I'm not going to lie, my sense of humour is bad. I can tell jokes that will make people laugh for days, but I always seem to have the misfortune of telling them to the wrong people at the wrong point in time. I'm the one joking about zombies canines to the grieving owner. I'm the person who jokes about necrophilia at a morgue. I laugh at stories of mice in restaurants told by waiters, and inevitably rattle one off about falling from the top of the CN tower while in the presence of an acrophobian. My timing is infamously bad.
Don't get me wrong. I love a good joke. And I'm in favour of a gay french moon. It just turns out that the lady to whom I told the joke about french gender naming being ridiculous is a lesbian francophile.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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