My sense of ridiculous saves the day!

I don't know about you, but I have a very strong affinity towards all things ridiculous.

And you know what? The ridiculous thing about being ridiculous is, it's just so hard to define what ridiculous is. Just like "nice"! What on earth is "nice"?! It's just one of those words that everyone knows and everyone uses, but nobody is able to give an exact definition to!

Apparently, "ridiculous" refers to the absurd, the silly, the preposterous; things that make you laugh. Huh?! Whatever...

Anyway, all sorts of wierd ridiculous people exist in this ridiculous world we live in. So I guess I'm just one of those ridiculous ones.

(Now why am I meandering all over the place about being ridiculous?! Now that's ridiculous!)

Well, as I was saying, I have a well-developed sense for all things ridiculous. I hunt down ridiculous things like how the glutton hunts down food. I am drawn to it like the moth is drawn to the flame. It is my aphrodisiac. I am attracted to it, I am amused by it, and most of all, I encourage it.

When the world comes to an end, or when I lose all my limbs to flesh-eating bacteria, or when I lose my job and family and all my friends and have to resort to begging and sleeping on the streets, love will not surely keep me alive, but my sense of the ridiculous will. (By the way, if I should ever go into a coma, you people please sit by my bedside and tell me ridiculous things. Update me on my favourite ridiculous blogs can?!)

Likewise, when I become the first female Singaporen President, or when I ursurp somebody's throne, anybody's will do, as the Queen, or when I become the best-selling female author of all time, beating even the likes of Agatha Christie, and of Chinese books no less, my sense of the ridiculous will surely keep me as human as the fishmonger in the market.

Now I wonder what Ridiculous, personified as a super-hero will look like. Most likely, he'll have some corny super-hero name, and super-hero attire wise, he'll be a fashion disaster, wearing yesterday's rags, leftover from Versace's last decade's clothes bins, and most likely, the only super hero who trips over his own two feet while trying to get somewhere to save the world, by telling corny jokes. But he's so bad at delivering the punchlines he's pretty much a failure saving anybody's day! Super hero getting thrown eggs at for telling bad jokes during his stand-up comedienne routine. Now that's a joke!

So, anybody got a good joke to share?!