"You Can Tune A Piano, But You Can't...

I love puns. Or wordplay in general. I've always liked laughing at intellectual jokes almost nobody else gets. There are a lot of those kinds of jokes, those and inside jokes; there are even more of those. Then there is that endless bounty of jokes nobody gets but you because it was your twisted mind that came up with a joke only you, or possibly someone with the same warped mind understands. It's even more depressing if you took a while to come up with it and nobody really gets it. Then you explain it to them and it's funny, but they don't laugh or just give you an airy pity laugh. You know that kind of laugh when someone sort of breathes a short sigh through their nose. Seriously. Almost everyone does some form of that type of laugh. What's even better is when people type "lol" in an "im," but really never laugh, and if they ever do they type "rofl" which is weird. Or they laugh and don't type it; their probably laughing at the person they're talking, err, texting, to. That's why I don't like texting. You can't even hear the person's voice you're talking to! You can barely emphasise anything, and what you think is a snappy sarcastic comment could be taken as a very rude insult. Even phones take away from a conversation. Meh. Society. What hast thou become? So back to the title up there. It is from an old vinyl record I saw in my closet of endless-random-trinket-ness. So ...Tuna Fish."