Saturday, January 24, 2015

Who Is Laughing.... Now ?

It is a beautiful day here on the Texas Gulf Coast.  That's the weather report.  Now let me tell you something:  we need to laugh.  It is a great stress reliever and a way to take an honest look at yourself/ourselves; you may find something repugnant or quite funny, and that response will be judged as prudish or just politically incorrect.  But, I think our personal sense of humor, bawdy or otherwise, is directly tied to our self-image.  I will use myself as an example.  People have told me that I am a real tight ass; perish the thought!  I just know that there is a right time and a wrong time for all things.  Knowing this only adds to my positive self-image.  Personally, I think that people who do not have a sense of humor, who cannot laugh at themselves or for that matter anything, are in sad shape.  Here are a few thoughts on humor found in our everyday life.  It all spells trouble.  


Your IRS refund check was revoked.  

You go grocery shopping with your girlfriend and she spends a lot of time looking for the largest cucumber.  

You run into a public restroom to take a dump and find the stall is out of shit tickets.  

Social Security thinks that you are dead.  

Your adult children want to move back in.  

Your thirteen year old daughter is "going steady" with the leader of the local chapter of the Hell's Angels.  

You go to an ATM to pull out a fast twenty and the screen reads "TILT."  

Your daughter's boyfriend drinks all your beer.  

Your doctor hired a high school drop out to diagnose your test results.  

Somehow, someway, your vasectomy reversed itself.   

If one of these does not, at the very least, make you smile, maybe you really need to relax and enjoy your life.  Stress is a real killer - consider this as a public service announcement.  

                                             Copyright @2015 Terry Unger   


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