Is Laughter The Best Medicine?

Is laughter the best medicine? We'll see. I hope it's at least good medicine.

This is a repeat, but it's NOT a repeat. Well, actually, keeping it from being a total repeat is up to YOU. There is audience participation involved. You, of course, are the audience.

What's going to happen is...

Well, let me give you some small background information, first, and that might make you more willing to become involved. I have a friend who is in pain. She truly is, from a medical condition. I wish I could snap my fingers and stop her from being in pain, but I can't. I've said prayers, but I want to do more.

I thought about what makes me feel better when I'm sick or hurting or otherwise less than optimistic about the world and my place in it. What helps me most are two things: engaging my mind and laughing. So, that brought to mind this past post which attempted to do both (and will do so now, with your help.)

Here it is, with only some slight edits to reflect that it's happening now and not then.

(In the comments, just do what's instructed, please. No fluff about how I'm a nice person or how much you want my friend to feel better. If you do what's requested, I'll know you care on both accounts.)

BA-DUMP-BUMP!

OK, class, today we're going to try something new.

Here's the deal: I'm going to give you the straight line to a joke. The first person to comment will supply the punchline to said joke. Then, that same person will supply a new straight line (or set-up to an entire joke, if you're feeling really ambitious) for the next commenter to supply the punch line, and so on.

For example:

If I were to say...

Why is cream so much more expensive than milk?


The first commenter would probably reply...

Because it's so damned hard to get the cows to squat over those little cartons.

And then he or she would add something like...

What is the gross national product of Albania?

To which the next person might reply...

Snot.

That's not the best joke, but you get the idea.

Now, don't feel that you have to be bound by tradition. If someone asks...

Why did the chicken cross the road?

You don't necessarily have to answer...

To get to the other side.

You could go with any of the following...

Because he was stapled to a punk rocker.

Because he saw Colonel Sanders coming down the sidewalk holding a bucket.

Because he saw an ostrich on the other side, and he had always been a leg man.

Or you could make up your own highly original retort.

I suppose that's enough explanation. Let's begin, shall we?

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