Marsupial Jones tickles that part of your funnybrain that hasn’t evolved since you were chased by dinosaurs.
We strive to make you laugh, then piss your pants from laughing, then cry because the piss filled your shoes and drenched your socks, then laugh again because it’s very funny that you pissed into your own shoes.
I once ate a watermelon that was so big my neighbor Susie Tulles got hit by a car. By that I mean, she instantly became jealous and crossed the street in a blind fury-rage and was struck by a Volvo. That didn’t kill her; it simply made it easier for me to smother her with my pillow. You never even try to take my watermelon, Susie.
Or, if you don’t think we’re funny, we pray you never learn where we live.