Boyfriend, Ninja's, My Humor.....its a long list...and turkey

Any ways, Most of you who know me, know my humor is strange. And my way of thinking is questionable at best. Well it has come as no surprise that my boyfriend is lost when it comes to my humor, Shenanigans, and other delightful ways you word fun things. I forgive him, because no one can be as awesome as I am.

IE: My Ninja Outfit. Do not get. 

I digress. My humor is pretty much lost on everyone asides from those who are closest to me. And at times, I use visual humor, because funny pictures make me laugh. Either way, Boyfriend likes to assume all jokes need a punchline. No. NO I say, they do not.  

This makes me laugh. Probably because it's pokemon.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, IT MAKES ME GIGGLE. THEREFORE, IN MY MIND. IT IS FUNNY. I dont know how to make him see the light of my horrifying humor, let alone understand. I can only think, and rationalize that a lobotomy would be good for him. But sadly that is too much work for me, and I abhor hard work.  I am lazy. On that note, we have probably one of the most retarded conversations in the history of human dating. 

Me: Hey, Boyfriend. 

Boyfriend: Yeah?

Me: You know what would be cool?

Boyfriend: What? 

Me: If our company had a pet Eagle.

Boyfriend: No. That sounds like a horrible idea. Also, if it were plausible where the fuck would you get an eagle?

Me: *on phone googeling "rent an Eagle" services* Um, I was going to rent one

Boyfriend: That makes no sense

Me: Sure it does, I could pay a man to loan us an eagle and we would keep it in the Cadre office

Boyfriend: No. And it sounds expensive

Me: *still looking for services to rent eagles*

Boyfriend: Did you find any?

Me: Um...No they don't put eagles on loan

Boyfriend: Even they know its a horrible idea

Me: It's a great idea. YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Boyfriend: Now you are being irrational.

Me: You are being irrational. 

Boyfriend: That doesn't make sense. 

Me: You don't make sense

It goes on from there and most likely devolves into growling and throwing things on my part. But come on, A pet Eagle? BAD ASS. 

Anyways, I'm done with this blog

Next time: Fancy Whataburger Ketchup