Last night I had a delightful belly laugh. I haven’t had one of those in a very long time and words cannot describe the feeling at all. Denisse heard about the South Park episode called Got A Nut and she really wanted to see it. She never saw the series and she wanted to see it because of all the rumor and controversy surrounding it. Oh my – excuse me – fucking god was it funny! I mean the episode is so funny that I physically hurt from laughing so hard.
The funnies parts of Got A Nut were the parts featuring Kristi Noem dressed in ICE riot gear with her face constantly drooping and being reattached and fixed up and the parts featuring Trump’s smirking head attached to Colonel Sanders’ body. Every time the cartoonish Trump spoke his head wildly flapped and his mouth moved with such exaggeration that I was in stitches. I laughed to the point of coughing and wheezing.
Yes, this was a good one. I don’t ordinarily use images in my blog entries but one was really needed here. Every time I picture this, I am done. I just hurt from laughter. South Park is usually like that. They’re equal opportunity offenders – they single out everyone to offend which is why I like them very much. These days, with all of the antidepressants that I take, a show or movie has to be honest-to-odin funny for me to laugh. South Park is still funny after damn near 30 years.
The laugh was so good that it left me feeling better. My dreams were naturally much more relaxed and even a little goofy. I am well on my way for a research topic to submit to my professor for my class on Racism & Oppression. I feel, for once, like I am able to manage and juggle all of the balls in the air. Tonight I will enjoy the Eagles game and maybe so good food with some friends. All-in-all a good Sunday.