I didn’t feel like writing anything new with such little time, so I’ve decided to tell a joke. One that I would tell in my short-lived, amateur stand-up comedy days.
When I was 7, I noticed that after I woke up to relieve myself at night, I couldn’t recall my dream. I decided that in order to remember the dream, I would have to record it. I swallowed the magnetic tape of an audio cassette and went to bed. When I woke up, I realized that I would have to regurgitate the tape in order to retrieve it. I didn’t have the courage to stick my fingers in my mouth long enough. I never got to find out what dreams I had. But for some reason, whenever I burped and farted, the other first graders would dance the twist.
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