Being And Jar Jarness

Easter has passed but I thought I'd post this video anyway. It reminds me of a time when my friends Amy, Garrett, Ann and I out of sheer boredom watched a full marathon of World's Funniest Animals. We're talking 9pm to 3am. We were all maybe 16, 17? Anyway, I remember by 2am we had entered a state of delirium. Somehow the combination of the saccharine programming, the filth of Garrett's house [GOD it was so dirty!], the supremely unintelligent nature of enjoying pet tricks and the hopelessness of another Saturday night wasted in a small dead end town caused us to break out in painful fits of laughter. I specifically remember the breaking point. There was a clip of a goat and the announcer for some reason was pretending it was Jar Jar Binks and began speaking in that offensive faux Jamaican accent. It was such an idiotic and painfully unfunny moment that it became HYSTERICAL. Trembling at first, we eventually began to violently shake with laughter, unable to stop the cackles for at least a half an hour. It was akin to bawling, underneath we were all seething with rage, anger, and discontent. I'm sure questions like, Why are we watching this? Why are we choosing to spend our night this way? I wonder if they'll have some cute gerbal footage coming up soon, I love me some gerbals! were passing through our head. Eventually the giggles subsided and there was a calm, cathartic feeling that you usually have after a good weeping session.