Well, thank you. Thank you very much. I took all that time wrapping a story around a not-so-subtle joke and you didn’t FOFL or LOL or even chuckle. I even googled (or rather DuckGoGoDuck’d — How does one make DuckDuckGoDuck into a verb?) ballet positions to give the setup a bit of snap. But, nooo! You did see the joke? How I stared at the picture and the lady never moved? It’s a picture, Tany. It’s not supposed to move, see? That’s the joke, or was supposed to be.
Now I’m left empty. Hollow. A good joke fallen flat. An ignored joke. A joke with no future, no appreciation, no levity.
I am taken low. Lower than wait for it the bottom of the Grand Canyon with a ballerina falling on me.
Sometimes you really gotta reach for these things.