Friday, October 26, 2007

Who I'd Like To Meet

Someone who makes me laugh, and who laughs with me.

But not at me.

Unless I just fell down onto a cake. Then, laughing would be okay.

But if I skinned my knee, then laughing is not allowed.

Unless I somehow skinned my knee on a piece of cake. Then I myself would laugh. And cry. At the same time.

Are you laughing now?

No?

Then get out of my house.

No, seriously, get out.

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