Honorable Mentin---10/14/2009
LET THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE PUN
Eric said, I’ve got one for you.”
Claire didn’t look up. Eric went on, “What did one chromosome say to another?”
Claire sighed and decided to humor him. “I don’t know. What did it say?”
“’Do these genes make me look fat?’” Claire gave a groan and looked away.
Eric was laughing. She said “Do you know that the pun is the lowest form of humor?”
“That’s right,” he agreed, then added in a whisper, “It’s the foundation.”
She lowered the footrest of the recliner with a creak and stood up. “If you’re going to keep telling bad jokes I’m going to bed.”
“That wasn’t a bad joke. It was in the Reader’s Digest.”
“That makes it good?”
“I think it’s funny.”
She was gathering up her knitting. “You think belching is funny.”
“And you have no sense of humor.”
“I do so, when it’s funny.”
“Laughing is good for you. It’s good for your health.”
She set her knitting basket on the floor by the recliner. “How so?”
“Laughing releases tension. It actually has a physical effect on the brain. People who laugh live longer.”
“Do tell.”
“It’s the truth. Laughing relaxes your muscles. They say laughter is the best medicine.”
“How about that?”
“Laughter releases endorphins into the bloodstream. This gives you a sense of well being.”
“Well, if you don’t stop with the bad puns, You could endorphin the guest room tonight.”
It was Eric’s turn to groan as Claire started upstairs. “Gotcha.”
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