Now that we have completed a full week of recovery from elbow surgery and everyone’s sense of humor is ummm….returning….i think we can safely [I hope] describe subject matter that was clearly NOT funny during earlier stages of the recovery:
The Vicodin Haze. All jokes about a drug-addled state are especially unfunny when someone is actually IN a Vicodin Haze. All subsequent entries should be considered through the lens of said Vicodin Haze.
Nicknames. The one-armed bandit. Stoney Bird. Handicapable. Really – NONE of them funny.
I told you so. This one ain’t funny on a good day. It doesn’t matter WHAT you are saying “I told you so” about [EVEN “If you would have just let me grill the chicken the way I wanted to, I am pretty sure that we never would have caught your ace bandage on fire.”] – it ain’t funny.
Driving Miss Daisy. I think it must be the Jessica Tandy/Morgan Freeman associations. But this one’s a tough call for the pain-med-lovin’ patient because while it is clearly not funny, the jokester is the one who.can.drive.
Showering frequency. I think the less said about that the better (I mean…MY judgment isn’t Vicodin-impaired).
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