I love a good joke.
It lifts my spirits.
One good joke can keep my laugh-o-meter full for 3 days.
This past weekend, I went to my neighbor’s 80th birthday party.
It was at The Ancient Order of Hibernians. And there was live Irish music, dark & frothy Guinness, and vanilla & chocolate birthday cupcakes. (What more could a 25% Irish lass want?)
A frothy Guinness and a chocolate cupcake go together better than bread and butter.
During the party, the singer made a joke. I laughed so hard I actually bit my tongue. (Something my mother says I need to do more often.)
After the party, I was still laughing about that joke. So I decided to tell my friend. (I like to spread the funny around.)
I started reciting the setup but stopped. I couldn’t remember the details. And you know how I feel about details.
I bit my tongue again in frustration — figuring if I felt the pain, I’d remember the details. But nope on a rope.
So I just told my friend, “It was a joke about Saint Patrick and a funeral for a dog. And the punchline was about the dog being Catholic.”
Maybe the joke was only funny to me and that’s why I couldn’t remember the details.
A good joke is my secret to having fun. (Even if it’s only in my head.)
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