warning: boring personal thingy, contains dead baby joke(s)
Today was pretty significant for me (9/5/07)
Today I realised just how weird I am. My friends are pretty weird too, and we share this sort of twisted sense of humour. Anyway, this morning in tutour group a group of guys were telling jokes. After listening to a few (which I didn't think were very funny) I told them I had a few for them. My opener ("What does a two year old's..."), which really makes my friends and I crack up, was greeted with blank stares and "What the {expletive ninja'd by Cspace}...?"s. Undettered, (as it is quite a sick joke) I pressed on with some classic dead baby jokes. I started laughing really hard after one ("How many babies does it take to paint a wall? Depends how hard you throw them.") and through my tears of laughter I could see the others looking at me like this:
![](http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/5903/wtfgz8.jpg)
and them telling me I was sick, and need to see the counsellor. I was then left alone laughing at the whole situation (It was really quite funny, you see)
I was consoled later during a chat about the finer aspects of 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' that "normal people just don't get it."