Kelly thinks she is soooo funny. Just because of all her flashy jewelry and her model's body and her pounds and pounds of cash. Well, Kelly, I have news for you.
You are only moderately funny.
If you think about it logically, I have known you for ten years. If you really are as funny as you claim to be, a good portion of that time I would have to have spent laughing at one of your jokes, right? For you even to get a C- in being funny, I would have had to be laughing for 70% of that time. (I am basing my percentage scale on my public schooling experience.)
70% of 10 years is 7 years. If I laughed that much, I would be dead. Which I am not, which goes to show that you are only moderately funny. And you are trying to kill me.
I am going to work on some jokes just to show everyone how awesomely funny I am and then I am going to out-blog you.
Just wait.
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No, I htink my flashy jewelry, model's body, and pounds of cash make me BETTER than you, not funnier.
Non-funny story (no, really, it's not that funny):
8th-grade boy: Boys are way better girls!
8th-grade girl: No they're not!
8th-grade boy: Yes, they are! They're better in every way! Of the Top 100 richest people in the world, how many of them are female?
Me: So the more money you have, the better person you are?
8th-grade boy: Umm... no...
8th-grade girl: Haha! See!
8th-grade boy: Well, being rich doesn't make you better, but it makes you richer.
That's right. An 8th-grade boy got told. By me. Kick Ass Kel.
Also, grow some pubic hair, baldy.
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