Tragic Relief

It is unfortunate that you are so easily amused considering the horrendous screeching cackle that apparently is your laugh. Canines tilt there heads in pain, birds fall out of the sky, and babies settled in for well-earned naps come awake screaming in fear whenever something strikes you as humorous. You are unfiltered hell at a dinner party. When I see you approaching, I dredge up stories of premature deaths, and arguments on the validity of Congressional wheat subsidies. I bring melted beeswax to fill my aural canal should you overhear even the most tepid limerick. Here's wishing you clinical depression.