A TheSpoof.com writer was reportedly distraught tonight, and about to go into hiding following his wife's revelation that the funniest bloke she had ever met was a bloke called Dave.
The TheSpoof.com writer, who wishes to remain anonymous for obvious reasons, told myself, I mean us:
"I know I'm no Billy Connolly or Richard Pryor or Groucho Marx, or even Chuckle Brother, but I did think I was at least mildly amusing."
"No he's not," said his mother, who was never really a fan.
"Shut up mother for God's sake, you're dead," he snapped, before going on to say:
"I was on a weekend break with the other half and we'd had a few shandies, and I was hitting her with anecdotes, jokes and one-liners when she told me that the funniest bloke she'd ever met was a bloke called Dave. From Coventry.
"I was gutted," the unnamed Spoof.com writer told myself/us. "I had to ask myself/us does she really love me?"
The response it seems, was in the affirmative.
But you can't trust em.
More when the anti-depressants kick in.