I kind of hate it when my friends are always like, “I wish guys knew you like WE know you. They’d be lining up and taking numbers for a date if they knew how funny you are!”
Ummm. Okay. So should I open with a knock knock joke? Or just jump right in with some deadpan remark about how tasty this keg beer is? No, I got it! I’ll ask him what his stance is on the new square bottom Solo cups. (But for real, why rock the bout, Solo cup peeps?)
Wait, quick question though. What reinforcement have women received which makes us think that being funny is the most redeeming quality we can have when attracting a dude? Cosmo does not tell us this. If Cosmo does not tell us this, it cannot be true. All we have to do is put some perfume in our cleavage and we are ready to rock and roll.
I do get what my friends are saying, though. They’re saying I shouldn’t just stand in a corner and observe the party like a psycho stalker, conjuring up spells to get that tall drink of water to come up to me. I should be active in the partay and do my fake little giggle and ‘oh-you’re-so-funny-I-wish-I-was-funny-like-you’ forearm touch/push. Teehehehehehe, I better bat those eyelashes like I mean it! Can I get some more liquid courage over here?
Really, though, I like having an understated sense of humor. I also like deluding myself into thinking that I’m that mysteeerious girl. Where does she come from? Where has she been? WHO IS SHE? Lets just say I like to surprise people when they least expect it. So then the sky opens up, cherub angels descend, and everyone’s all, “She speaks!!!”
Ah, but then again, I also kind of love it when my friends are like, “I wish guys knew you like WE know you. They’d be lining up and taking numbers for a date if they knew how funny you are!” Because at least someone gets my jokes.
Oh, enough about that! Look what Miley Cyrus would look like with Steve Buscemi’s eyes!
This site is a true comedic goldmine.