Ok, let’s get one thing straight. Jokes about Cancer are never funny, especially over dinner. Period. Seriously, it astounds me how some people lack social skills. Sitting at dinner a few minutes ago, we were telling jokes. The usual, an English man, an Irish man and a Scots man walk into a bar yadda yadda yadda…
So, he sits down in his creepy fashion and pipes up. “I’ve got a good one!” he says. I felt my stomach churn. And he said it. “What did the deaf, dumb blind kid get for Christmas?” By this time the rest of the table have tuned out, and out of pity I felt obliged to ask. “What?’
“Cancer.”
Now seriously, how is that even funny? A few seconds ago we were talking about an Irish man hiding in a sack claiming he was a bag of potatoes in an attempt to avoid capture from the police…
For fuck sake…
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Today the Roundhouse had a book fair. What can I say. I was in paradise :) Favourite purchase of the day... The complete works of Shakespeare, $3. Blue hardcover complete with a coffee stain that adds character. Hellz yah.
Dad would have loved it.
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