Paving the road to hell, one good intention at a time.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Appeasing the gods of comedy

I need to explain something. Sometimes when I make a sarcastic retort, it’s simply because it’s the route that the comedy plough takes us. It might be the perfect set-up you’ve just provided me, or a play on words that’s begging to be used, whatever…sometimes it really isn’t about y.o.u.

You know how when someone responds to a question with “I’m easy”, the other party goes “so I’ve heard”? It’s kind of like that...but more so.

Sometimes it’s just where the conversation needs to go.

If it’s the perfect set-up to imply you’re a slag in a witty punchline, then frankly it wouldn’t matter whether you’re Callum Best or Mother Theresa…I’m probably going to go there.

I don’t know why, it’s just the way my brain is wired or something, sometimes the comedy gods simply must be appeased.

Think of yourselves as collateral damage. Does that help at all?


Blogger sally said...'d never suggest someone was a slag..would you???? Or did I imagine it......

Friday, September 15, 2006 7:43:00 PM

Blogger 1 i z said...

Well if I did, then all I can hope is that they might pass by this place and come to realise that I really didn't mean s/he was actually a slag.

I mean God forbid they took me seriously and you know I like made them cry or something.

Nah, what am I worrying about? That'd never happen...

Friday, September 15, 2006 7:55:00 PM


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