My buddy Jim came over for dinner the other night.  Jim is hoping to be a standup comedian so after dinner he had us sit down for a command performance.

Don’t get me wrong, I really love Jim.  He is a great guy but his sense of humour is not.  He doesn’t seem to know whether something is funny or not and he has terrible timing.

If that wasn’t enough, his feet smell like rotting cabbage — even if you like cabbage I doubt you like rotting cabbage.

After his performance I was trying to think of something constructive and encouraging to say.  I mean, after all, he did have a few moments that were actually good.

But before I could say anything my precious daughter said, “Face it Uncle Jim — you think that you have a nose for comedy, but you just smell funny.”