I read this joke in Reader’s Digest when I was kid and then I would tell all strangers when my parents weren’t around. I enjoyed how disarming a kid saying the word “testicles” in a joke was.
This guy wakes up one morning to find a gorilla in his tree. He looks in the phone book for a gorilla removal service until he finds one.
“Is it a boy or girl Gorilla?” the service guy asks. “Boy,” is the man’s response. “Oh yeah, I can do it. I’ll be right there,” says the service guy.
An hour later the service guy shows up with a stick, a Chihuahua, a shotgun, and a pair of handcuffs. He then gives the man some instructions: “Now, I’m going to climb this tree and poke the gorilla with the stick until he falls. When he does, the trained Chihuahua will bite the gorilla’s testicles off. The gorilla will then cross his hands to protect himself and allow you to put the handcuffs on him.”
The man asks, “What do I do with the shotgun?” The service guy replies, “If I fall out of the tree before the gorilla, shoot the Chihuahua.”
Physical asset: that I’m tall.
I’m only 5’11 and 3/4ths but it’s kept people from picking on me too much, I can save the day to reach out or up for something needed, etc., etc. Lankiness does not help my dancing but you can hold your drink out away from people on the floor or above their heads.
Or was that a question about which parts of my body bring the boys back?
Personality wise: optimism.
It helps during all sorts of frustrating situations and sudden life detours. Like…right now. There’s a part of me that immediately wants to go to sleep and hibernate while somehow The Universe turns my life in a direction where I feel more at ease. It’s a very “I can’t” tugging feeling. And that’s when optimism motivates me. For a little bit, Optimism wasn’t showing up until about 2PM but it’s coming earlier and earlier.
