Originally Posted by mudbug
Just thought I'd tell you. This is a bit of a storey so I should start at the beginning. I had been living with my wife for, oh, three years, about, at the time. I couldn’t seem to make my wife really laugh. I guess she felt I had other qualities, I hope she liked my mind, oh whatever. So one evening in a darkened living room, she was watching TV. I was walking by in my boxers, (it was a hot summer day and we don’t have air-conditioning, and I really don’t want it, rather walk around half naked, or all naked for that matter). As I stepped in front of the tube I stopped right in front, a bit like a two year old looking for attention, paused… and dropped my boxers. She laughed so hard I thought she was going to wet herself. From that point on I realized that she was the type of person who liked visual jokes (Mr. Bean) Ok so I like to make her laugh from time to time, I’m not going to drop my drawers every time I want a laugh, so I developed a little alternate personal.
I do a great, (well at least good) imitation of Donald Duck. Every time I did Donald Duck to talk to her she would laugh. Well it’s been about fifteen years now and Donald and I are still around, with a few other characters, (don’t tell Donald he’s very jealous).
Now that I think of it, when I dropped my boxers that night so long ago, what exactly was she laughing at? I never asked her that…