Talk:Blake Belladonna/@comment-178.37.41.69-20151112182807/@comment-24891101-20151116033207

I do? I was unaware that jocularity was dead, to require exhuming.

But assuming it was a typo, indeed 'tis true. Out my every pore and orifice does humor pour. My lung are filled with light-hearted mirth; I drown in it. My bones resonate with the sounds of merriment. Every morning japes great my eyes, and I do rejoice in them. My tongue cracks wise at the slightest provacation. My heart beats only for amusement's sake. Badinage fills my stomach; I cannot have my fill of it. My own blood is saturated in levity. My very being is made of it; it is my quintessence. Verily dost thou speak, friend, and aright dost thou judge.