Oh, Horror!

My phone rang at 8:30 last night, and i wondered why R was calling me. Putting it down to confirming my ticket at K's dance performance, i answered with a sing-song "Hello!"

"Quick, tell me a funny story. Now. Or i'm going to lose it." Stumbling, fumbling in the crevices and folds of my brain for something that would make her laugh, i said the first thing that came to my mind: "Once upon a time, there was a rat who used to roam around here and there. One day, a thorn pierced his bum..." and stopped because it sounded so lame to my own ears.

It hit home then. I don't know a funny story. Any funny story. And to think i'm supposed to be a funny person. I'm terrible at funny stories when people are down, but great at drawing them out and gettting them to talk about it. (Which is why, primarily i tell everybody in shit to "talk it out" with the concerned parties.) But now, i've decided to go about memorising funny stories with a vengeance. One never knows when they might come in handy.

Oh, i just remembered one that has never falied to make me laugh till date - A was in the kitchen cooking dinner, and i was sitting in the hall watching TV and talking to her. A2 was as usual messing around with A, then suddenly he left the hall and walked into his bedroom rapidly like his ass was on fire. Seconds later, i hear a "Prrrrrrrr!" and A2 emerges, looking like nothing's happened, like walking into the bedroom was the most natural thing in the world to do. Only, he didn't count upon the farting noise being so loud that i could hear it out in the hall. He looked at me rolling on the diwan and laughing my guts out at his crackpot behaviour and i still can't get over his expression - somewhat like a startled rabbit caught making out in the forest or something in the dead of night! Hyuck hyuck! The moron!