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Kid Comedians

It's no secret that some of the greatest from-your-gut-belly-laughs are courtesy of kids. They're natural comedians, because they see the world in a way we've forgotten. They're constantly learning, and they're constantly sharing, which makes for some great funnies. Here's a few from my students in recent months:

"I feel bad for anyone named Jehosephat."

"My mom made chinchiladas for dinner."

"When I'm a Dad it's going to be hard, cuz my kids are gonna bug me all the time. I'm just going to go into my office."

"Gas stations have all sorts of things, like awesomeness!"

"Mrs. J, have you ever been dumpster diving behind Harley Davidson? There's all kinds of great stuff back there!"

"I'm not gonna be a comedian. I'm just gonna be a really funny guy the rest of my life."

"Once there was a super-evil-mega-villain man named Spiff."

"Reading ups your social skills."

"Walruses die because they are hunted for their tusks. And pigs die because they are good to eat."

"Chapstick One" (instead of Chapter one)

"Unicken" (instead of Unicorn)

(while listening to a cover the piano guys did) "This is regular music disguised as classical music"

"we played tuggle war and it was kinda painful and fun."

"We're singlers" (instead of "we're single")

"This music makes me feel Italian"

"If I were rich... I would buy a hamster mansion."


(Okay, for some of these, you might of just had to have been there).

That's all folks. I can't take credit for the brilliance of this post, and I'll never be able to create anything as hilarious as what a kid can come up with, so I just had to share.

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