I have just been informed of something:
The laughter that emanates from those around me–those blessed people who are witnesses to my weird noises, faces, and conversations with myself–is not, in fact, part of the much coveted ’with me’ category of laughter.
I hate you all.
Bah, tell them I hate them.
I’m in the ‘laughing with’ category, if that provides any solace.
I could never tell you how good that made me feel. Pistols couldn’t even rain on my parade. Thanks!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Screw those guys! They just don’t appreciate the Gnugs.
All hail the great and wonderful Guv’ner with her keen intellect and fabulous character judgment!
You know what helps me? Being funny. You should try that when you get a chance.
Are you telling me you perform for yourself, or with yourself?
Don’t you underestimate my parade-raining abilities.
I perform for myself and often with myself – the difference being that people get a little creeped out when it’s the latter and I’ve forgotten they were there. To be fair, the children’s section of the library is so quiet, it felt like I was alone.
I guess I can smell what your stepping int—yeah no.