A short blog today, since I’m all wiped out from finally finishing a bloody feature that’s been looming over me for weeks.
A few years ago, a friend of mine spent literally hours laughing non-stop at a joke someone told her. “It works on three levels!” she shrieked between snorts and the sort of silent belly-laugh that really hurts your insides.
This was the joke:
I was walking through town the other day, and there was a busker playing Dancing Queen on the digeridoo. I thought, ‘that’s Aboriginal.’