FULL STORY OF MY LAUGH TRACK DREAM

Well, people are asking for the full story of my latest drawing (seen here -->Glowin-theSHARK.deviantart.com…)
And since I'm a relatively lazy person and don't want to repeat myself, I figured I'd just make a journal entry for it.

WARNING: The following is a fragment of what stems out of glowin-theSHARK's weird and insane mind. Reading this may cause you to question why you are reading this in the first place. You have been warned!

So, here is the story:

One day, I was sitting at lunch at my high school. It was a wonderful day, the food was delicious and my friends and I were enjoying ourselves. When all of a sudden, I wanted to tell a joke. I told said joke and it was the funniest thing in the world, at least my friends thought so. We were all busting a gut, when I started noticing that there was another set of people laughing. No one else around me seemed to notice, but I could distinctly hear another group of people giggling at my expense. So, to test it, I started telling other jokes, and the laughing grew louder. And then it hit me: I was being followed by a laugh track!

At first, I thought it was the coolest thing in the world! "This is cool," I remember saying. "It's like we're in a T.V. Show or something." But soon, lunch came to a close, and we all departed. I made my way to my math class, and discovered that I forgot my homework and that it was the day of a huge test that would be worth all of my grade! I started freaking out and rummaging through my backpack! But I couldn't find it. And then laughing came about. The laugh track grew louder as my antics grew more sillier and crazier. And then random objects came from my backpack. There were rubber duckies and accordions and lampshades and pretty much other random things, and the laughing only intensified. No one else heard the laughing, and the other students were only looking at me like I was crazy. This made me grow furious and I ran out of the room screaming, "QUIET! STOP ALL THE LAUGHING! STOP ALL THE LAUGHING!!"

Desperate, I ran to the place I thought for certain the laugh track wouldn't go.... to 's house! (Yes, she knows, and yes, she thinks it's funny. ... I think.) I started pounding on her door and told her about my dilemma when she answered. So, I sat in her living room and we were trying to have a serious conversation. We were telling ourselves, "Think of sad things... dead puppies, your family abandoning you, becoming homeless, income taxes...." but no matter what, we'd always buckle and start giggling because it has been scientifically proven that I can't be serious for more than a few moments at a time. And so the laugh track wouldn't stop. It only intensified.

As it grew darker and we were getting more and more agitated, we went to a cemetery to see if anything there could help us! We looked at all the graves, and found the grave of Mr. Rogers. We though, "Yeah! This guy wasn't really funny." So we dug up the grave and opened the casket. And Mr. Rogers started talking to us about brushing our teeth. And while it was true he wasn't really that funny, the laugh track was laughing at Imp and I as we were trying to keep our straight faces. It soon became obvious that it wasn't working! "This isn't working!" I screamed. "Mr. Rogers is serious, but awesome! We need to find somebody else!" And then a huge UFO can down. And out popped the Teletubbies and Dora the Explorer!

"Perfect!" I thought. "They aren't funny at ALL! This will work!" And it did! Dora was herself, and not as funny as ever, and the teletubbies just paraded around us making us feel as creepy as they could! And Imp and I didn't laugh! But then, Tinky-Winky got his purse stuck on one of the UFO's landing-leg things and it caused the UFO to fall and crush all of them and Dora as well. The whole ordeal was just too funny, and Imp and I couldn't help but laugh. And neither could the laugh track!

"This is enough!" I shouted. "What kind of world do we live in anyway where we have to be told WHEN to laugh! This is why entertainment is loosing it's quality! It assumes we don't have humor and taste, and has to be TOLD when something is funny! And what they usually think is funny is human suffering and pain and being mean to others! Well, NOT anymore!"

And then I started going into a deep and profound speech, revealing my distaste for being told when to laugh, and everyone was getting tears in their eyes and I could even hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' in the background as I continued on with my beautiful speech. There was not a dry eye there, and when I finally finished, there was no more laugh track, and I was completely happy. I thanked everyone for helping me and I turned to walk away.....

...........

.....and I slipped on a banana peel and landed in a garbage can that suddenly appeared there for comedic timing. The laughing resumed and the laugh track joined.

And then I woke up.

The moral of the story? ... that I seriously watch too much T.V!