The funniest people are always the ones who have the worst back stories.
Like HAHA, YEAH, I USED HUMOR TO COPE AFTER I WATCHED MY UNCLE GET HIT BY A TRAIN AND THEN MY BROTHER FED ME A BURGER MADE OF MY OWN DOG. OH AND THEN MY HOUSE BURNED DOWN AND MY TRANSFORMERS MELTED TOGETHER.
Brains are WILD.
Like HAHA, YEAH, I USED HUMOR TO COPE AFTER I WATCHED MY UNCLE GET HIT BY A TRAIN AND THEN MY BROTHER FED ME A BURGER MADE OF MY OWN DOG. OH AND THEN MY HOUSE BURNED DOWN AND MY TRANSFORMERS MELTED TOGETHER.
Brains are WILD.
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Seriously, my spouse had to compile my stories into categories;
Safe to tell new acquaintances.
Safe to tell family.
Safe to tell my equally traumatized deranged inner circle.
Apparently the story about watching a guy melt in real time is NOT in the first two…
Me “I saw a man leap off a building to his death when I was 3, found Great Grandmoms body when I was 5, started visiting my brother in max security prison at 6…”
People “Hahaha soo funny!”
That and the fucking doorbell