If there is a hint of cynicism in the wordplay of the title, do not remember it. Take (present imperative) 2 seconds to read this short reflection.
In emerging from a period of "shit" (call it a heap a pile), I realize how humor plays an important role in my life.
I love to laugh, other *, me and almost all situations, whether they are funny, amusing or distressing! I like Incid jokes (my berni), the running gags, jokes intelligent, fart jokes (foo haha, that always sound effect ... in fact my theory on it is that humans' s is distinguish themselves from animals when he started to laugh at his farts), absurdity, vulgarity, puns, irony (ironically the people who use this word is often used incorrectly), the sarcasm, pliers without laughing ** and the rest.
[Digression who eventually return to the track] Surprisingly (ironically), I admire little comedy, no they are not funny at all but I find that the density and / or quality of the gags are often inadequate for people who say they spend their lives with humor. My "average folks funny" are often as funny as Louis Josée Houde and manage to put my brain in a state of "ecstasy humorous "on a regular basis to $ 0 ... thank you boys and girls, I love being around funny people!
[And here we are back on the right path and in the heart of the subject of the note] I think the humor can almost be considered a "lifestyle." Practiced on a regular basis, it is a weapon both incredibly nice and powerful swing all the mysteries, misfortunes, faults, mishaps, we encounter during a normal healthy life. There are times when humor is the only decision we have to something beyond ourselves ...
This is not given to everyone of be funny (hep) and "something funny" is well on ... but for me, anyone who happens to laugh heartily * wears a kind of light (WHOOAAA).
Uh ... Ben's right there ... moving! Worse
forget The inescapable Mister Boy
----------- * Laughs heartily laugh VS evil heart.
Unfortunately on occasion, some people risent (or rillent, you sing like that) bad heart.
Laugh distress of others, "this dog." For all the times I hurt qqun believing it was still funny, I apologize and I work tirelessly (Cough-cough) to delineate the border of the laughable. A laugh
black or yellow to the extreme can no longer be the bearer of happiness and that's really sad. If you know who has more than qqun desperate laugh, help them.
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** Regarding clip without laughing, I shall summon the great master in the field, Etienne Bordeleau, with whom I made music.
Anecdote 1:
He kept in his wallet a photo of the ugliest girl he could find and, when it came time to show a photo of his girlfriend, "he went out in all seriousness world and sought approval his interlocutor, saying: "She's beautiful, eh ??"... Total discomfort!
Anecdote 2:
At the time we knew little, when one of our first dinners Band ... inquired about each other and the family qqun asks: "Thou Stephen?".
- Me my parents died when I was 5 years ...
... (Sick)
- Nope, c't'une joke.
Anecdote 3:
I am looking for my guitar tuner in the rehearsal room and the guys seem more or less attentive to my problem ...
5 minutes later, Stephen is looking to pick up his trombone and asks: "Are you a qqun who lost a tuner?".
- Yes! (PCQ super excited I'm sure he has it)
- Ah, I have not seen.
Anecdote 4:
qqun in a hostel in Tadoussac: Have you seen Andrew? Stephen
: Y went for a walk in the woods! All except
Etienne: BAAAAAAAAA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
(Andre is in a wheelchair ... and he has a sense of humor.)
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