My special brand of slightly self-deprecating humor draws directly from pain I have felt at one time or another. My experiences make for a well balanced blend of fat girl problems, sex-deprived singlehood, and mild to moderate alcohol abuse.
"On a scale of 1 to 10 cats, how single would you say you are?"
"How many calories do you burn rocking back and forth in the fetal position, gently sobbing? I'm asking for a friend."
"Who needs a life when there's Youtube, pizza and sex? ... Well there's Youtube and pizza, anyway."
"Stare all you want with your judge-y face: I'm going to eat the fuck out this whiskey & cookie dough ice cream float"
Often, I don't even have to wait for the pain to ease before I start cracking jokes. Making people think on common struggles from a different perspective and - more importantly - making them laugh about it is healing for every one involved. And from there, whatever heartache I may have been feeling starts to dissipate.
They don't call laughter the best medicine for no reason.
Mmmmmmmm... Whiskey and Cookie Dough Ice Cream Float, sounds aMAYzing... :-) MD
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