Fun with irony.

I laugh all of the way to the bank, but cry very shortly afterwards.

I once read a sign that asked if I had been saved, made no sense.

There are many in this world who consider it a blessing to have such a wonderful job, as an actual/literal slave.

If love is truly all we need, then why is it that we also feel a real (and obvious) need to moan while delivering/receiving it?

I once made the greatest conceivable wish of them all.  A wish to be allowed a limitless supply of  wishes, that would all come true at one point or another.  Now I have to be very careful how and when I choose to utter the words “I wish”, as anything (within reason, of course) included at the tail end of this common phrase will eventually come to life (might ‘slip’ UP).

What goes up, must come down.   In which case, there’s always Viagra.

I’m so happy I could die.  Before coming back to life somehow, in order to be able to do it all over once again.