I’ve read a few posts already that share my sentiment. When you’re told to write something funny, everything leaves your head. It’s kind of like the time I was an extra in an independent film. One of the other extras was french. I made the mistake of telling him that was my minor.
His response: “Say something to me.”
All I could think of was “Bonjour! Je m’appelle Stephanie.” Doh! I knew how to stay that before I even started studying the language.
Anyway, here’s some humor:
I was driving my 8-year-old (I sure hope I got her age right) sister home on Thanksgiving evening.
“Stephanie, how do you spell beautiful?”
“What, you don’t know?”
“It’s b-e-a-u-t-i-man this is a long word-f-u-l”
“Completely wrong! It’s S-e-r-e-n-i-t-y.”
Ba-dum-tshh. She also told me that when she grows up she wants to be a physicist, president, and adoptive mother. I asked her why adoptive, and her response: “Having kids is pain!” That girl can always make me laugh.
I’m sure I have other moments, but oftentimes you have to be there to find it funny.
I watched St. Vincent, which featured king of comedy, Bill Murray. I laughed. I cried.
This line from New Girl is still cracking me up: Do guys still like an Oakland face with an LA booty?
I’m currently reading Amy Poehler’s book. She’s one funny lady.
That’s all, folks.