funk! funk! funk!

Iam in a major funk. Can’t get myself motivated. So I’m going to visit my women friends in Albany this weekend. Pizza and a movie. Maybe a few beers. And brunch on Sunday. A stop at BJ’s to load up on staples.
Autumn has always been my favorite season — the air crisp, the sun still warm. But somehow, this year, it’s a Funking Fall.
A lot has to do with the fact that I can’t remember when I last laughed — belly-cramping laughed. The kind of laugh where you can’t stop. And everyone else is laughing that hard too. OK, ladies. Your assignment is to make me laugh my way out of this Funk! Funk! Funk!
For starters, here’s the best chuckle from this past Tuesday’s Harper’s Weekly:

“On the advice of his witch doctor a Serbian premature ejaculator had sex with a hedgehog and had to be hospitalized for pricks.”