If you know me well enough you know that I cant make a joke.
Like the only joke I can remember is racist... and half the time I cant even tell it correctly!
I personally think I'm hilarious but that's just me but jokes seem to evade me. I get jokes, but i just cant tell or make them. Its very sad.
And when I do finally tell a semi decent joke it happens as often as when I actually go on a good date. Which is pretty much non-existent at this point.
But today I made my very first 2015 funny.
So in my family we call each other odd names. Today as my dad was calling me down for dinner he called me "Moosha". Yeah, I know, were weird. This is actually a pretty ok nickname compared to some others.
So he calls me Moosha
I honestly thought he said "moo shit", like cow shit.
And I replied "well if I am moo shit then you are bullshit"
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I know, at the time it was hilarious and I was so surprised that I actually made a joke. Wow now that I'm actually writing this, I see how lame it was.
Day 4!
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