I'm a mixed assortment of funny.
People laugh/find funny things I do, the way I talk, the way I act and even walk funny or amusing. I amuse people at a base level.
Now as in actual speech, mindset, behaviour and what's not, generally people find that funny too. I mean, hell, sift through my signature and read the bullshyt that I've done or had happen to me and see if you find that funny as well, 'cause most people that I meet along with those that know me think I'm a clown or could be a comic.
Personally, I don't think I'm THAT funny, but I guess I sort of got like a Katt Williamsesque way of voicing my opinions and thoughts, replete with all the cursing and lewd talk.
Perfect example, one time I found myself at a bar with friends and I was at the counter, drinking alone and met these two chicks on some casual conversation shyt. While we knew each other from seeing each other around, it ain't like we was that aquainted,but I was three sheets to the wind (I wasn't driving and I had a ride
) and these dippy bytches started talking about fingering chicks and about what "Good p*ssy" feels like, clearly for laughs on some semi joke shyt, but also using it to kind of rib a brother about how he alone at the bar while everybody out on the dancefloor and shyt, which I took in good stride, 'cause fukk it.
Mic swings my way, so it's time for me to participate in this Finger popping/good p*ssy debate, I take a swig of beer (For effect 'cause I know I was gonna say some stupid shyt.
) and go, "Look, ladies. I know y'all faking with this faux lesbian shyt. Y'all don't even touch ya own shyts to wipe, much less dredge out some p*ssy on some finger banging shyt, but I'll let y'all in on a secret. Like a SERIOUS fukking secret. I'm gonna tell y'all about my patented 'Bellessimo' test. You rest your middle and pointer finger on your thumb, stick it in the cooch knuckle deep, give it three counter clockwise turns to the left, and pull it out. Now if the collection of female juices on your fingers DON'T keep when you separate your fingers, The box is trash and she could call a doctor 'cause her PH Balance prolly fukkED UP. But if they do keep, and the strand stays connected to all three fingers like Spiderman's Webbing?
*Kisses fingers* "Mwhaa. Prime real estate ladies."
And I went back to sipping my drink.
Now while the ONE friend was all like
"Dude, what kind of perverted shyt is that." I look over at the one chick in question and she doing that breathless laugh
, shaking her head and slapping her thigh shyt and even the Bartender had his forearm covering a mixer he was blending a Pina Colada in with his head on that shyt, doing the heave laugh shyt.
Dude gave us all drinks and me and the one chick that found that shyt funny kicked it for the rest of the night. I guess I'm funny, but in an oddly absurd ass way.
Like a second rate Eddie Griffin or somethin'.
so I tread lightly.
and finally some 
