What Makes a Person Funny?

After researching and studying the topic for countless hours, I have concluded that there are only two ways to become funny. You either have to have had terrible parents, or be fat.

Too bad for me, my parents loved me and I've got a rockin bod.

But wait, I may have a rockin bod now, but what about when I was just a little kid with hopes and dreams...and bleached blond hair. <<--I saw an entire baseball team in the little league world series bleach their hair, so obviously I had to be as cool as them.

I was chubby.

My friends always make me tell "the Bee Story." I'm not sure how it will go in blog form, but I do know that two toed sloths only poop once a week. <<--you're welcome

So I was at a pool party a young man, or rather a young chubby boy...everybody was splashing in the pool as I... ate some cake, the chubby kid's food mecca. I was lounging in my chair a bit, exhausted from not breathing so that I could eat my cake without stopping for such frivolous things. And I feel a focused pain on my stomach. Not the "I just downed five hot pockets in one sitting" stomach pain...but like a tiny stabbing.

I looked down to examine the situation, but couldn't find anything. It still hurt, so I stood up to go find a mirror to investigate. As I straighten myself out...out comes a dead bee from within my rolls of ab flab. Poor little guy didn't stand a chance in there, but at least I can say I have "killer" abs.

Yep, I did finish this post with a pun..."puns, the new sarcasm"

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