Tracy Anderson doesn't think we are funny

We try to work out. We try to stay in shape. Sometimes some of us (not naming names) will even buy into the fad workout that Gweneth Paltrow does. Sorry Tracy, You are a gnome faced fad. There I said it.
Sure, we worked up a sweat. But what the hell were we doing? I am not even a man and I felt emasculated. What you call metamorphosis, I call bad dancing, painful knees, and a sore neck.
However, we did learn that a weird ass work out does take girls night down a notch.
A time to reflect. Drink some water. Watch some old videos. Drink some water. Talk about the LCD pictures for the twelve time. Talk about getting water to Africa. Do nothing about it. Drink some more water. Happen upon photos from days past. And those photos...they are just as funny today.

Birds don't think we are funny

We think we are really funny; bend over laughing, pee in your pants a little, if anyone finds out, they will probably want us to write for Conan funny.
But the birds don't think we are funny.
They think our Mary Poppins asses are loud and annoying. They think that we are overly nostalgic about shit that has never even happened. They think that calling a palm tree a fern is not even a little bit funny.

But we don't let that stop us. We'll just go inside where there are no birds, where nobody judges us, where we can dance and do sit ups freely. After all, the most important thing is friendship and that we are all together. What? You want to hang out Tomorrow?
Tomorrow I'm busy.