Cracking The Hard Nuts With Funny Tees
When I sit around all summer on the Internet, waiting for college to start again, I get really, really, really bored. When I get bored, my brain gets overactive and I have to do something that eats up some time. Usually, video games do the trick. Sometimes I need something more. Sometimes I need to do an experiment. I like experiments that let me see how people think and react to certain situations, so this time I decided that I would see if I could bring humor to the humorless with some cheap funny shirts.
My Nanna was the sourest person I have ever met. I think that during the Great Depression, she might have had to sell her sense of humor to buy her kids dinner one night, or something. The fact is, that I have never seen this woman even smile. I know she had hard times growing up and it wasn't until dad bought her a condo that she was ever really financially stable. Whatever her problem, funny shirts were about to make this woman smile.
I will only consider the first of my two subjects as a partial victory, because I never actually heard my granny laugh. I knew that older folks like physical comedy, so I wore a shirt with the Three Stooges hitting each other with pies on it. Not the most complicated of funny apparel, but it's all I had to work with. When I told my Nanna to look at my shirt, she just made this weird sound in the back of her throat and wheeled away in her scooter. I'm not sure if that was a laugh, or not. That's why it was a partial victory. Me: 1, Great Depression: 0.
I was feeling good after I made my granny dearest kinda-sorta smile. I needed to keep up my momentum, make another selection from my pile of funny tshirts, and find a new subject for my experiment. I chose very carefully from between this insane military dude I've known for awhile and an insane preacher who has wanted to burn me at a stake for many years. Choosing a bullet over the slow death of being burnt alive, I went for the lunatic with guns.
I knew this guy because he was the father of my ex-girlfriend, so he already hated me. I knew this was going to be a huge challenge, especially since part of my experiment demanded that I simply knock on the door and say, "Look at my shirt." I had bought a few funny tee shirts just for this occasion, because I was having trouble making up my mind. I picked out a shirt that had a picture of a donkey that says, "Who Farted?" Comedy gold, my friends.
When I knocked on this guy's door, he answered just about as sourly as I expected. No cordial greeting for me, or anyone else for that matter. I realized that I had made a huge mistake and my playful nature was about to be my downfall. I froze for a moment while I stared at me, getting madder by the moment. I couldn't think clearly, so I just took my shirt off, threw it in his hands, and said "SORRY!" as I ran back to my bike. I was a little disbelieving as I rode away, but I swear I heard that man laughing. Was it my funny t-shirt that made him laugh, or me riding away with no shirt on? Whatever it was...mission accomplished.
My Nanna was the sourest person I have ever met. I think that during the Great Depression, she might have had to sell her sense of humor to buy her kids dinner one night, or something. The fact is, that I have never seen this woman even smile. I know she had hard times growing up and it wasn't until dad bought her a condo that she was ever really financially stable. Whatever her problem, funny shirts were about to make this woman smile.
I will only consider the first of my two subjects as a partial victory, because I never actually heard my granny laugh. I knew that older folks like physical comedy, so I wore a shirt with the Three Stooges hitting each other with pies on it. Not the most complicated of funny apparel, but it's all I had to work with. When I told my Nanna to look at my shirt, she just made this weird sound in the back of her throat and wheeled away in her scooter. I'm not sure if that was a laugh, or not. That's why it was a partial victory. Me: 1, Great Depression: 0.
I was feeling good after I made my granny dearest kinda-sorta smile. I needed to keep up my momentum, make another selection from my pile of funny tshirts, and find a new subject for my experiment. I chose very carefully from between this insane military dude I've known for awhile and an insane preacher who has wanted to burn me at a stake for many years. Choosing a bullet over the slow death of being burnt alive, I went for the lunatic with guns.
I knew this guy because he was the father of my ex-girlfriend, so he already hated me. I knew this was going to be a huge challenge, especially since part of my experiment demanded that I simply knock on the door and say, "Look at my shirt." I had bought a few funny tee shirts just for this occasion, because I was having trouble making up my mind. I picked out a shirt that had a picture of a donkey that says, "Who Farted?" Comedy gold, my friends.
When I knocked on this guy's door, he answered just about as sourly as I expected. No cordial greeting for me, or anyone else for that matter. I realized that I had made a huge mistake and my playful nature was about to be my downfall. I froze for a moment while I stared at me, getting madder by the moment. I couldn't think clearly, so I just took my shirt off, threw it in his hands, and said "SORRY!" as I ran back to my bike. I was a little disbelieving as I rode away, but I swear I heard that man laughing. Was it my funny t-shirt that made him laugh, or me riding away with no shirt on? Whatever it was...mission accomplished.
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