Remember when I used to be funny (insert your own joke here)? I've written like ten serious blogs in a row! And I've got like six more serious ones up my sleeve that I'm holding on to because I don't want to overwhelm my readers with things that make them think. Nobody wants to think all the time! Hasn't television taught us anything...wait a second...ok, I almost went into an anti television rant. I'm glad that has past.
...on to something funny...
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I don't understand why it's considered wrong to scratch your clothed crotch in public. Seriously, when I'm at work I get annoyed that I feel obligated to wash my hands if/when I scratch my clothed ______ (you fill in the blank). Do you poop or pee on the outside of your clothes? I hope not! Then why can't I touch that part of my clothing? Isn't it just the same as scratching my shoulder? I say lets start a revolution! Just like back in the day when gas prices would get too high and everyone would stop buying gas for a day or two and for some reason it caused the gas prices to go back down. Lets all on one predetermined date choose to scratch ourselves in public thus causing a change in our cultures view of this particular action. Who's with me?
...crap...
...that wasn't funny...it was a pathetic and somewhat disgusting call to arms...hmm...
I heard this funny joke the other day. It went a little something like this: What's the differance between a camera and a sock??? A camera takes photos and a sock takes 5 toes...

...and I'm spent...