I’m Having A Bad Day

I'm Having A Bad Day

In order to stave off being completely depressed about such a day, I’ll need your help.  Post the funniest, silliest, happiest thing you can imagine in the comments.

Comments

  1. Lori S. says

    It’s Steven’s birthday today! He’s 38. And he counts as an awfully silly thing most of the time.

  2. Aunty Wend says

    What do you call a man with a plank of wood on his head?
    Edward
    (‘ed wood – it works better with an English accent!)

    What do you call a man with three planks of wood on his head?
    Edward Woodward
    (‘ed wood wood wood)

    Well, you said silly! For some reason I used to use that when I was teaching teenagers and it *never failed* to get a laugh.

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  4. says

    Twilight Scenario

    It’s the end of book whatever. We’re focused in on Edward as he cradles Bella in his arms. Then our focus opens up and we see that Ed is holding a badly emaciated girl. A pallid thing practically drained of blood, barely holding on to life as she takes her last breaths. Edward gets to his feet, shuddering at the feel of this thing in his hands. With a grimace of distaste he lets the body fall to the floor, where the fragile bones break upon impact. Bella twitches with orgasmic pain, then dies.

    Edward stalks off, rubbing his hands on his coat to get the ick off. “Fuck, I practically told her flat out and she didn’t get the hint.” he mutters to himself, “I’d commit suicide if I wasn’t already dead.

    “I need to find a happy family to destroy.”

    (Doing what I can to give you something to smile about.)