Irritant of the Day No. 1

America, when you are amused by something, why do you stare me in the eye with the most pan-faced expression known to man and say emotionlessly, "Ohmygod. That is so funny,"?



Try just laughing next time. It's like talking to a botoxed frog.

Comments

  1. Calum Karczewski19 February 2010 at 02:59

    OhMyGod Laura, Your blog is so funny. x

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  2. Steve19 February 2010 at 04:00

    Oh my god Laura that is so funny already! :)

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  3. Laura Jane Williams19 February 2010 at 04:28

    Cal- Ohmygod.

    Steve- You can't use an exclamation point! What would the Americans say?

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  4. Steve19 February 2010 at 08:07

    OMG OMG OMG Laura, you're right, OMG you are so funny OMG AWESOME

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  5. Kirsty19 February 2010 at 08:39

    Have you seen the Scrubs episode where JD actually dumps a girl (Mandy Moore) because she keeps saying "that's so funny" instead of laughing?

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  6. Anonymous19 February 2010 at 10:45

    Weird that, I agree. But, I'm Canadian so I can't directly relate. Actually Canadians cannot directly relate to a great deal, much to my personal mortification.

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  7. Anonymous19 February 2010 at 11:57

    mrwriteon

    that is so very funny.....really.

    dad

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  8. P19 February 2010 at 12:21

    Was the person you were talking to an internet addict?

    Because occasionally I find myself saying "lol" instead of actually laughing. And I blame the internet for that...

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  9. Laura Jane Williams19 February 2010 at 12:45

    Steve- much better.

    Kirsty- no, but that seems like a wise choice.

    Ian- but i love you Canadians!

    P- you should be shot. Do you know that? Shot.

    x

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  10. Rachel20 February 2010 at 20:49

    Ya know, this is what I love about you being in America: you mock them for all the ridiculous things they actually do! I love your suggestion too. I wonder if I could pull off a botoxed frog....

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  11. Anonymous21 February 2010 at 03:34

    It isn't just an American thing. Here it is cool...my son does it and he's old enough to know better-I've given up telling him jokes.

    Have a nice day...aaaagheeeegoodgrief!

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  12. Laura Jane Williams21 February 2010 at 19:08

    Rachel- I mock them because I love them. I want to live here forever.

    Moannie- Smack your son upside the head for such ridiculous reactions to your jokes. Do it for me, and for America.

    x

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  13. Jen R. (emeraldsunshine.org)6 March 2010 at 09:34

    I can't read your blog anymore. It is giving me a complex.

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  14. Laura Jane Williams8 March 2010 at 10:34

    Jen R. NO WAIT! COME BACK! I love you guys!

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