You’re in the right place, friends.
This is the weekly meeting of Humoraholics Anonymous.
Well, I see many horrified new faces here tonight.
No fear. We have enough caffeine and sugar on the back table to blow your frazzled minds – and most likely feed a few additional addictions. Ha, Ha.
Sorry, I joked in a compulsive way. I’m working on that.
Now, who wants to go first so you can get it over with first?
Moi* stands up:
“Hi, I’m Barb and I’m a humoraholic.”
I can’t get enough funny stuff to read. I crave humor 24-7. I subscribe to every humor blog I can get my clammy, trembling hands on. I paste New Yorker Magazine cartoons on my walls. I live for my next fix of funny.
I read everything that’s remotely amusing. I reread the classic humorists every chance I get… James Thurber, Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker, Ogden Nash. I attend humor conferences like The Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop and AATH where my fellow enablers enable me to my heart’s delight! When I’m feeling particularly desperate, I confess I troll YouTube for clever cat videos.
There’s so much comedy out there to consume. And so little time.
I forget to sleep. I neglect my family. I don’t eat nutritious meals, let alone cook them.
I admit there’s a monkey on my back – unfortunately he is laughing uncontrollably and has a banana stuck up his nose.
I am seeking guidance from a higher source. I plan to check into Le Rire** Rehab! A place of quiet free from comic distractions.
Where one can only create humor…
and not consume it in excess.
Join me. I’m Barb and I’m a humoraholic.
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* Me, Me, Me in French.
**Laughter or jackass in French. I forget which.
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