Hilarious I

No one wants to hear about Kung Fu. Even doctors.

The new medication turns my urine bright orange.

No one wants to hear about mindfulness. Even doctors.

And, sure as hell, no one wants to hear about Buddha.

It's just like no one wanted to hear about Jesus.

How fortunate! Orange is my favorite color!

I used to think that Jesus had a sense of humor.

It happened just after visiting the Neurobooth.

Men of god set me straight. Jesus was not funny.

I tripped while crossing the street. A sloppy cartwheel.

But a cartwheel nonetheless! Not bad old man!

I now dream all night again. Nightmares?

They're nothing special, when that's all you get.

We can learn a lot from our nightmares.

What can you learn from kittens and puppies?

But, when you get on the bus and sit next to Satan....

I saw the grinch in CVS, and he made me cry.

I wonder what he tastes like? Chicken perhaps?

They paid me to sit in the Neurobooth.

That's a real crying shame: Untamed farts.

Video games essentially. New-age Pong.

I sometimes have uncontrollable gas.

We had a built in vac then.

It was the glowing heart.

I am not shamed by tears.

My life is an experiment.

What if I go without?

Jesus is not funny.

But, on the boat.

His glowing heart.

In his green chest.

It's my choice.

I'll go without.

That's funny.

Buddha said.

Hilarious!