I went for several months, then today I made a funny about cats while having Mexican food for lunch. One guy blew an entire enchilada out his nose. The gal next to me blew at least a quart of Horchata out her nose. My stomach hurt from laughing. Then I noticed my friend had cerebrospinal fluid leaking from his ears. I’m going to stop. I’ll say I’ve reached this goal, because I have tried very hard for months. Today was just a relapse. I’ll do better. 5 years ago
I mean no harm by it, really. And I have nothing against cats or people who own cats. I just can’t stop myself from making jokes about cats.
For example, here I am talking about cats. Right? And I have this irresistable urge to tell a cat joke.
Here…I just thought of one. A guy finds a cat and sticks a funnel in the cats bum. He pours in a gallon of gasoline and lights the cat on fire. The cat takes off running with a big flame shooting out the back. It makes an awful screech as it runs across the field. Then it falls over and is completely still. The guy goes out there thinking the cat is dead. But he discovers that it only ran out of gas.
See what I mean…I can’t stop. Man, I know when I die and get to the Pearly Gates (if I make it that far), St. Peter will probably be a cat. 5 years ago
