Depressed? What for?

Q: What do you call Vietnamese guy that wants to be black?
A: Vinegar.

Q: What do you call a black lady who complains?
A: A Nagger.

Q: What's strong enough for a man but made for a woman?
A: The back of my hand.

joookes people, cmon laugh. And lastly:

Q: What do you get when you stick a fork in a dead baby?
A: I don't know about you but I get a hard on.

Nothing like good humor to brighten up your day. Think of it as my gift to you people, so you can start your day off with a smile on your face, and if its nighttime over there, may you have wet dreams about babies with forks in them. Because that's all I really want people... For everyone to be happy. Happy and smiling. Cuz I've never looked at a smiling face and not felt a little bit happier afterwards, so if everyone was walking around smiling, imagine how infecious that'd be. People wouldn't want to smoke crack or shoot up heroine, or smoke sherm dogg or any of that. They'd just be high off the power of a smile. Wow people. I feel happy just writing about this!

And It's not that hard to start up the motherfucking revolution (Excuse the profanity the emotion just got a hold of me). Happiness is infectiously delicious. We just need a few strategically placed smilers in a crowd get this epidemic of joy airborne. It may start a bit slow at first, happiness will have to chisel away at those frowns. But once this melting pot of love gets a' boiling, we'll be serving up some smile soup in no time!

And after a while just imagine how it'd look for the people who weren't smiling. People would look down on them as a no-feeler. A frowner. And why? For what? Because they settled for a frown when they could have turned it upside down? It's like, some emotions are so much fun, especially that happy one. So why feel anything else? Really now, let's crank up the happy meters to eleven. Let's blare these speakers of love. It's a dance party and you're invited. The only dress code is a smile.

And stop beating your wives for chrissakes.