Can I get a tissue?

I recently left town for a week. I went to a place, far, far away. I had to go by plane (me and air travel... now there's a whole rant I could post endlessly about). So when I got to the airport, I realized I had nothing to read to distract myself from being trapped a bazillion feet in the air, crammed into a sardine container with recycled air with 50 jillion complete strangers and some fucknut's screaming kid who felt that my nerves weren't shot enough yet from the simple clusterfuck that is air travel so they had to kick my seat for 2,000 miles/4 hours.


So I bought Dave's new book.


I was two pages into it when I had to close it, set it aside, and try to breathe.


You know when you get the giggles at a highly inopportune time and can't laugh, and that only makes the situation funnier? That. I thought that me bursting out in random gaffaws that came straight from my diaphragm would be unsettling to the plebians that were surrounding me, so, unlike them, I tried to display a bit of common fucking respect for my fellow passengers and not disturb them with my sidesplitting laughter.


All bitterness aside, seriously a funny fucking book. So far second only to "Me talk pretty one day" by the same author.


At one point, I started to shake uncontrollably I was laughing so hard. I had tears streaming down my face and snot running out of my nose.


I. Love. This. Book.


So, I'm gonna go walk my dogs, and crawl in bed and read a chapter or two before going to sleep. And I'll make sure to have tissue near my bed because I'm sure I'll be laughing (out loud I might add) and crying from laughing so hard.