I've been thinking about funny. What's funny? Why is it that what I think is funny, isn't so damn funny to my better half? Why is it that what she finds funny, I find sophmoric? Is there a funny gene? A piece of DNA that predetermines where we fall on the funny meter of life?
These are heady questions. They require contemplation. They make my head hurt.
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