In the past two days I got a few emails that made me laugh. The first was from a reader in Scotland. She told me she likes me because my “humour” is different from the Scots, and essentially way better.
But what about all the amazing Scottish comedians we worship? You know, um… well… hmm. Isn’t Craig Ferguson from Scotland? He’s sort of funny.
Okay, it’s a short list. I responded back with, “Thanks for reading!” and, “Nice to know that Scotland’s still a thing.”
The second email I received was from a woman from my own hometown. And she apparently had no idea I was from there until she saw it in a post. She had been reading the story where I pooped my pants and wrote this to me.
Peoria? I live in Peoria! And I used to live in Chicago. I found you through The Bloggess and I have to say, you’re quite hilarious. The best one was, um, three before this one. I’ve been drinking, but I’m pretty sure it involved…POOP! Yes, that’s right, you pooped your pants. Awesome. I once pooped at the bottom of Glen Oak Park because I was too lazy to drive up to the bathrooms. See? Everybody poops. Awesome blog.
Our high school was too poor to have their own tennis courts so we practiced and played all our matches at Glen Oak Park. Nice to know she was shitting there. Also, when I used to drink, reading wasn’t high on the to-do list after four tumblers of Evan Williams. Whatever happened to passing out to Married… With Children reruns?
I checked my Google Analytics account to see where my traffic comes from. In the past month, I’ve been visited by readers in 111 countries. Least visited on the list is Yemen. I got nothing funny to say about Yemen.
So, where are you from? Sound off, and let me know so I can determine if it’s a better or worse place than Chicago, IL.