Laughter. The three criteria I expect my friends to meet are intelligence, kindness and humor. From what I have read about and seen from you, Jason, you meet all three requirements in spades. I especially value your ability to make me laugh until my sides hurt or I involuntarily snort like my middle school gym teacher. Sure, at times your jokes are sophomoric, catering to the masses with riffs about farts and vaginas, but more often than not you are very clever in your humor, turning the perfect phrase or reveling in a particularly awful pun. Lucky for you, our senses of humor are similar. I imagine when we hang out we'll have each other in stitches most of the times, trying to outdo one another with the most outrageous observations about life or the best you'll-never-believe-it tales from work. I've been attempting to elicit giggles from friends and family since I was a tot and still remember the first joke I ever wrote: What does a typewriter do when it's angry? It uses its cursor key! See, I even appreciated the nuances of word play when I was seven. Be prepared to snicker, guffaw and titter when we get together, Jason. It'll be like that wonderful scene from
Mary Poppins, with the two of us drinking tea on the ceiling and wiping tears from our faces. We may get to laughing so hard that it might even be a good idea to empty your bladder beforehand, although bragging about making Jason Segel wet his pants a little might just be the highlight of my adult life.
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