Laughter!.....Why so serious,son?

Young children laugh about 300 times a day, an adult only 17. That's bcoz they are less jaded.
Your laugh says a lot about you. According to a study :
CACKLER - rejoices in other’s misery,
HOWLER - attention seeker and often mentally ill,
SNORTER - prone to feelings of superiority
SNIGGERER - emotionally immature,
BELLY LAUGHER - trustworthy and friendly,
CHUCKLER - kind and introspective,
GIGGLER -sexual and flirtatious.

“While laughter is the best medicine, many cancer patients prefer chemotherapy”
~ Oscar Wilde

Laughter is widely considered to be the best medicine. But this theory has often been thrown into doubt. Laughter has never really cured anything. Nurofen, cough syrup and chemotherapy cure. Laughter just makes all of these things seem a lot funnier, enabling others to laugh at your misfortune. When was the last time you laughed yourself better when you broke your arm in that skiing accident? I’m willing to bet never. Laughter is nothing more than an expression of amusement and should not be used medicinally to cure any ailments. Numerous things could make people laugh. An amusing knock-knock joke, a rather humorous episode of the Simpsons or maybe seeing someone in extreme physical agony or a state of morbid depression. Laughing is not, however, a medicine. Whatever it is, it is certainly not a chance for you to try walking on that broken limb again, or to return to your habit of breaking bricks with your face. Many jokes have caused people to lash out. For instance Hitler (who was a painter at the time) was in the middle of a tranquil scene of a picnic. Hitlers Jewish friend made a stab at Adolf's sexuality. Hitler retaliated with a mass genocide. A reported incident in 500 BC left famous mathematician Pythagoras dead. Pythagoras' wife told investigators that her husband had woken up ranting and raving about his entire lifework being pointless. He shouted something about nobody caring about triangles and then burst into hysterics. Seventeen hours later, Pythagoras was found in a fetal position, tears of blood dripping from his eyes and the biggest smile ever seen on a dead persons face. This incident is just one of many too much laughter scenarios.
Other reported instances have had people laughing so hard, they have drowned in their own tears of joy. Many of these people regret the decision to laugh, and survivors have since opted for the less fatal chuckle, or maybe just a nice smile. Many people have speculated about what's next in laughter, one of the worlds most popular inventions. Many think that laughter will soon become obsolete, being replaced by video games and TiVo. Others have predicted a strong future for laughter, with many new products soon becoming available for purchase over the internet. Whatever happens in the future, laughter has certainly been a financial success and investment is still strong even after 300 years of business.

Try and make sense of this! HA-HA

What's to the left of right? You can't really tell! That's the problem with relatives! They're never absolute! Especially the ones that call you beta when you really rather would be an alpha. And when I told her that i was never gonna get married, she just said 'Don't be silly!' the way rabbits would say 'I'm a rabbit' when tortoises challenge them to races. Of course, the rabbits don't really say it and end up losing the race. The question really is 'Could I care less?'the answer, of course, is that alliterations do not really have to make sense, they exist purely for the kind of exercise that our tongues are denied when we hesitate to say supercalifragilisticexpicalidocious at the end of every sentence. Sadly, my cab mates at the new company don't really understand this, which is probably why the guy sitting next to me shot two bloodshot sleepy eyes at me when I asked him about this and in a barely audible whisper, muttered, "Are you a North Indian?." What's rather apparent though at this stage of the blog is I'm clearly not making the best of impressions with my new-found craze for alliterations in my equally new-found free office internet access. Im just gonna end it with - Do Jackasses Jackass?