Spring semester lesson #20: Making people send you jokes is a really good way to cure a bad day.
Fact #1: I had no idea what to blog about until two minutes ago.
Fact #2: I had a really crappy morning and couldn’t tell you why.
I was in a bad mood when I left for my lit class this afternoon, only to remember that we were supposed to watch a depressing documentary today. I figured that already upset Annie + depressing class = inevitable breakdown. No good, right? Right.
So I decided to prevent any breakdown from happening, seeing as that would be incredibly embarrassing. I texted one of my friends and told him to tell me a joke. Instead of just telling me one joke, he sent me jokes throughout my entire class period. (Don’t worry Mom, I actually paid attention to the film, but this kept me from leaving class and wanting to crawl into a hole for a few years.)
Anyway. I was thinking. I get stressed out pretty easily (no, really?!) and need a good pick-me-up every now and then. I think it’s fair to assume I’m not the only one. And what better way that through terribly cheesy jokes?
So, yeah. Here are some of the jokes he sent me. Hope they at least make you smile! (I thought they were funny, but I think everything’s funny. Well. Almost everything.)
These jokes are courtesy of some kid named Jordan Chambers. (I don’t think he made them up, but he was at least the one who told them to me.)
Q: What do whales spread on their toast?
A man went to his psychiatrist and said, “Every time I drink my coffee, I get a stabbing pain in my right eye.” The psychiatrist said, “Well, have you tried taking the spoon out?”
A guy walks into a coffee shop and asks the waitress, “How much is a cup of joe?” She says, “Three dollars.” Then he asks how much is a refill. The waitress says, “It’s free!” So the guy says, “Okay, I’ll take a refill, then.”
Q: Why do the Lakers have to drink their coffee black?
A: Because there’s no kareem.
(In case you were wondering, today’s picture is of me on a shelf in my closet. Why? My friend K convinced me to. Pretty sure that’s not allowed. Whatever. It was the end of freshman year. We’re weird. I thought it was funny.)