Lauren Pineapple

Sometimes I’ll meet a person who seems aware of an inside joke, but he or she is the only one on the inside. Most of the time I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I have the feeling that if I did, it would be pretty good. I actually enjoy obscure humor that no one gets. In fact, I’m sure more than a few of you consider me the only one inside my jokes.

There’s something more thrilling about contributing your own knowledge to make a punch line work. For instance, I made up this joke: “I really like hitchhikers. I never pick them up, but sometimes it’s nice to know someone thinks I’m doing a good job.” It presupposes that you know what a hitchhiker is and how they request rides. It further supposes that you know what a thumbs up means, and that you’ll put in the slight mental exertion to make the connection. And when you do, isn’t it so much more satisfying?

That’s what the unoriginal Lauren is like. Most of the time, I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I bet it’s pretty great. And occasionally I do know what she’s talking about and, sure enough, it’s pretty great. I feel like if I was the smartest person in the world, then she would be the funniest. But that’s not the case. (In fact, I am the funniest and she is the smartest.)

Even her comment on the introductory post requires that you pay some minimal attention to Obama’s and McCain’s foreign policy rhetoric. If you never read the news, Lauren’s comment would just seem weird, instead of weird and kind of clever. The moral is, do your homework and be psychic, maybe.

If you’re on Twitter—and you should be—follow Lauren: @laurengrant. She is funny, and you won’t understand her at least 47% of the time. Guaranteed.

Also, she takes pictures of scary things and I bet she drinks really fresh orange juice.