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If asked to describe my intellect, I’d have to say that it lies somewhere between a rocket scientist and Lennie from “Of Mice and Men.”

Believe me, nobody is putting me in charge of sending a Cosmonaut to Mercury. But on the flip side, I do know to stop hugging the baby before he turns cornflower blue. I don’t pretend to understand E=mc2, nor can I fathom how people with no job seem to always have beer and cigarette money–and also a dog.

But I know what I know.

For example: I know I need to pay my bills on time, and, more importantly, I think I know what’s funny. Usually it’s not funny to everybody, but I do know what is hilarious to people of a like, fucked-up mind.

It is for these folks that I write my silly stories and jokes.They don’t judge. They just laugh. Because they get it. They understand that I wouldn’t really hug a baby to death…even if I wanted to.