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I like snarky funny - and I like over-the-head-smart funny - but perhaps I laugh hardest at 'crazy funny'.

Just downloaded a new book by Jenny Lawson. She suffers from depression and other mental glitches - and is one of the funniest writers I've read in a good while.

Maybe you have to be a little crazy to come up with stuff this good....

"Some people might think that being 'furiously happy' is just an excuse to be stupid and irresponsible and invite a herd of kangaroos over to your house without telling your husband first because you suspect he would say no since he's never particularly liked kangaroos. And that would be ridiculous because no one would invite a herd of kangaroos into their house. Two is the limit. I speak from personal experience. My husband says that none is the new limit. I say he should have been clearer about that before I rented all those kangaroos.
  • Profile picture of the author Dan Riffle
    Originally Posted by Kay King View Post

    I like snarky funny - and I like over-the-head-smart funny.
    If this is true, Kay, I'm amazed you keep coming back here.
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    • Profile picture of the author Kay King
      I'm sort of like HeySal - but she goes into the mountains to find nuggets....I just search through the rocks on the WF....
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      • Profile picture of the author HeySal
        Originally Posted by Kay King View Post

        I'm sort of like HeySal - but she goes into the mountains to find nuggets....I just search through the rocks on the WF....
        As long as you know when to tell when the rocks are leavitrite.

        I appreciate good humor, too, but I, myself, have never been two kangaroos in the living room funny. I have risen to ".........just remember I can stay awake longer than you" hilarity a few times.
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        • Profile picture of the author Joe Mobley
          Two is the limit. I speak from personal experience.
          Ha! That's great.




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      • Profile picture of the author joe golfer
        Originally Posted by Kay King View Post

        I'm sort of like HeySal - but she goes into the mountains to find nuggets....I just search through the rocks on the WF....
        hahaaaaaaa. nice one.
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  • hahaha ,is really funny.hope u can share more to us.life need some happy.
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  • Profile picture of the author agc
    Fun writing.

    Kinda Dave Barry only 30 years more current.... really seems Chuck Klosterman's style.

    This Is Emo
    Chuck Klosterman

    No woman will ever satisfy me. I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either.

    Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps it's a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous. If I become marginally famous, I will undoubtedly be interviewed by someone in the media, and the interviewer will inevitably ask, "Fifteen years ago, you wrote that no woman could ever satisfy you. Now that you've been married for almost five years, are those words still true?" And I will have to say, "Oh, God no. Those were the words of an entirely different person -- a person whom I can't even relate to anymore. Honestly, I can't image an existence without _____. She satisfies me in ways that I never even considered. She saved my life, really."

    Now, I will be lying. I won't really feel that way. But I'll certainly say those words, and I'll deliver them with the utmost sincerity, even though those sentiments will not be there. So then the interviewer will undoubtedly quote lines from this particular paragraph, thereby reminding me that I swore I would publicly deny my true feelings, and I'll chuckle and say, "Come on, Mr. Rose. That was a literary device. You know I never really believed that."

    ....
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    Third link is an RTF of the essay "This is Emo".

    Read the one sample essay... then BUY THE BOOK. Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto

    It's cheap. really. It's funny. really. It's (still) relevant. really.
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  • Profile picture of the author whateverpedia
    Originally Posted by Kay King View Post

    Maybe you have to be a little crazy to come up with stuff this good....
    A lot of funny people are manic depressives. The comedy industry probably has more suicides, alcoholism and drug overdoses than any other branch of entertainment.
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      Originally Posted by whateverpedia View Post

      A lot of funny people are manic depressives. The comedy industry probably has more suicides, alcoholism and drug overdoses than any other branch of entertainment.
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    • Profile picture of the author agc
      Originally Posted by whateverpedia View Post

      A lot of funny people are manic depressives. The comedy industry probably has more suicides, alcoholism and drug overdoses than any other branch of entertainment.
      I believe you meant: A lot of funny people are manic.
      When they swing to depressive they aren't so funny anymore.
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      • Profile picture of the author whateverpedia
        Originally Posted by agc View Post

        I believe you meant: A lot of funny people are manic.
        When they swing to depressive they aren't so funny anymore.
        No, I meant manic depressive. When the depression kicks in they turn to substance abuse and suicide. They're careful to only let other people see their manic side, but when no-one else is around is when the depression takes over..Often the manic side is an act to cover up what's going on inside.

        Off the top of my head here's a list of comics who died early either by their own hand or unintentionally from substance abuse.

        Lenny Bruce.
        Tony Hancock
        Marty Feldman
        Bill Hicks
        Richard Pryor
        Robin Williams.


        Now if there's a smile on my face
        It's only there trying to fool the public
        But when it comes down to fooling you
        Now honey that's quite a different subject
        But don't let my glad expression
        Give you the wrong impression
        Really I'm sad, oh sadder than sad
        You're gone and I'm hurting so bad
        Like a clown I pretend to be glad
        Now there's some sad things known to man
        But ain't too much sadder than
        the tears of a clown
        When there's no one around
        Oh yeah baby, now if I appear to be carefree
        It's only to camouflage my sadness
        In order to shield my pride I try
        To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
        But don't let my show convince you
        That I've been happy since you decided to go
        Oh, I need you so, I'm hurt and I want you to know
        But for others I put on a show
        Now there's some sad things known to man
        But ain't too much sadder than
        the tears of a clown
        When there's no one around, oh yeah
        Just like Pagliacci did
        I try to keep my sadness hid
        Smiling in the public eye
        But in my lonely room I cry
        the tears of a clown
        When there's no one around
        Oh, yeah baby
        Now if there's a smile upon my face
        Don't let my glad expression
        Give you the wrong impression
        Don't let the smile I wear
        Make you think that I don't care
        Really I'm sad I'm hurting so bad




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        • Originally Posted by whateverpedia View Post

          Often the manic side is an act to cover up what's going on inside.
          I do not believe there is this amount of deliberation goes on, not when it gets serious beyond the acceptable bounds of craziness -- feelin' a little low, gettin' a little rowdy.

          Whatever & wherever the switch between states is, it is not pressed voluntarily.

          Also: no concurrence of 'sides'.

          For a while, the world is gonna end, and there is brooding silence to still all hope of movement.

          Then Jesus is comin' an' there is no time for sleep an' so. much. to do.

          When you're dead, you forget you were ever alive; when you're alive, you have no concept of death.

          There is no 'cover up': just a mad, involuntary dance where both partners take it in turns to obliterate the other for their own momentary gain as they move through time an' space so terribly alone.

          I seen it.

          But hey, let's get back to the humor.

          At least if you had kangaroos in your house it would make admin less of a chore.

          Who wouldn't want a mobile filing system you can feed an' pet?

          I would name them, an' arrange them in alphabetical order in their own Roo Space. Then, when I needed mebbe a reference book or emergency chocolate, I would whistle over the appropriate marsupial. She would get a treat an' a cuddle, an' I would have the luxury of not needin' to scramble through boxes an' drawers.

          (The chocolate gonna require a special container or it would melt in the kangaroo's pouch.)

          Best thing?

          If I got stressed I would lie down an' whistle for them all to Snoopy Dance so I could get a vibratin' floor massage.

          I figure Jenny Lawson might jus' have discovered the future.
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