I like to tell jokes, but it hasn't always been this way. I used to hate telling jokes or hearing jokes. The idea of a joke was like poison to me...
I realised it was my fear of jokes that made me feel so poisoned by them. During therapy (talking to my cat) my therapist (cat) suggested that I do exposure therapy (said meow).
So here I am almost 2 years slowly poisoning myself telling jokes to the masses... will I survive? Who knows... but one thing is for sure... I'm getting rid of that bloody cat

Five stars:
"He's very funny and handsome" 
- My mum