Oh man. A week ago, some friends of ours told us what has to be one of the funniest "real life" stories I have ever heard. I honestly do not remember when I last laughed so hard in my entire life. (Though it was pretty funny when someone once asked my wife what the strangest gift was that I have ever given to her and she said "a statue of his mother." She was joking. Honest. It was a 60" x 36" framed oil painting. With a button that you push in order to hear her talk about vegetables.)

Anyway, these friends told us this hilarious true story involving some friends of theirs. The problem is that, for their friends, it no doubt is a pretty painful story. It's killing me because I'd love to write about it and post it here but I just can't, for fear these folks might someday stumble across my blog and be upset to read this story about themselves.

So, this is one story that you'll never read here though, if I see you in person someday, I might be convinced to tell it to you, with the names changed to protect the guilty, of course. Of course, there is a part of me that is really bothered by finding so much humour in others' pain. That really bothers me. But, if I ever tell you the story, I assure you that you will laugh.