Cheetos

Until you came into my life. Cheetos. Secondly, flying buttresses.

Tunes: Bag Raiders, The Twelves, Russ Chimes, 80kidz, Adeyhawke, Futurecop!, Tiga, Stardust, Hey Champ and Lifelike.

I recently envisioned a comedy based on the inner workings of social encounters. It is predisposed to the idea that individuals commonly mistake themselves as humorous, who are in fact not. How else would we be able to point out horrible jokes if we weren't funny? The television show becomes integral to other people's inherently stupid humor. Jokes like, "oh that pizza, I dropped it on the ground," seems unfunny to people who don't understand the context. But when one understands that the context is that the pizza is late to the party, it would seem sarcastic to say that one dropped it on the ground. Nonetheless, this joke is stupid. By pointing out the stupidity of the situation (after the initial party has vacated), we can joke about the inane mockery that we had just witnessed. So we become the jokers of the joke. An extension of the sarcastic nature of this situation. It isn't even that we are the originators of the idea, yet by some realization we have conquered the realm of humor by dryly stating, "why would she say that, this is a restaurant," or perhaps, "well I'm never eating here again," as our sarcastic injections of dry mundane hilarity ensues.

Never scare black people.

Tiga is at Circa tomorrow.