I'm sitting in my friend's roommate's room... I've had the most wonderful night. John told a story that resulted in me crying ridiculously hard. I cried. I hurt. It was quite funny. Not really the story he told, but how he was sorta, kinda, really trying to be serious about it... Or maybe he wasn't. I'm not sure... All I know is--laughing like that made me happy to be alive.

"So this one time I was at youth group and my youth leader asked me to read something from Matthew... Yeah, I think it was Matthew... Anyways... Basically, the verse was supposed to go something like, 'And Jesus said to his disciples...' but I remember thinking that I was reading from the New Testament... I dunno, something about Testament... And so I ended up saying 'And Jesus said to his testicles...'" And that's when I lost it and was unable to listen to the rest of the story... I lost it completely. Tears streamed down my face, my teeth chattered, my arms shivered. It was the biggest laughing fit I'd had in a very long time. I wish it happened more often.