Sign #457 I Am Disturbed


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My friend the police dispatcher: "Yeah. The most interesting call of the day was the old lady who killed herself by falling asleep with a bag over her head."

*Immediately conjure a mental image of a blue haired old lady falling asleep on her couch with a paper sack on her head with careful little eyeholes cut out KKK style. Childhood thoughts of putting plastic bags over my siblings heads crop up. I quickly think about the complexities of falling asleep with a bag on your head.*

Porkchop: "Heh. That's kinda funny."

MFTPD: "Your sick and twisted. That isn't funny, it's sad!"

Porkchop: "Clearly anyone who does that meant to bring a little laughter to my day. Besides, you shouldn't have told me, you knew I would laugh."

MFTPD: "I'm having you arrested."

Porkchop: "Save my family the trouble. Please do."


5 Responses to “Sign #457 I Am Disturbed”

  1. Anonymous Bullfrog 

    You're not necessarily disturbed if there is a word to describe you is there? That word is:

    Schadenfreude

  2. Anonymous Porkchop 

    I resent that! I am not satisfied in a malicous delight of others discomfort. I just find it amusing.

  3. Anonymous Bullfrog 

    Ok, I take it back. I looked it up and some definitions don't include "malicious" in the definition, while others do.

    "Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others." This is more what I had in mind. It probably describes me and/or Republicans more than it does you.

    Sorry!

  4. Anonymous Mikey 

    So, like, when I laugh at Little Timmy when he slams at the skatepark, does that make me "Schadenfreude"?

    Oh, and Porkchop, I'm very thankful you linked me again.

  5. Anonymous Mikey 

    So, if I laugh at Little Timmy when he slams at the skatepark, does that make me "Schadenfreude"?

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