In 2014 we have another kind of audience who enjoyed humor a lot more than now. I repost that old article therefore...
I had this very thoughtful discussion with a friend who urged me to make it public. It might read a bit unusual since he's from Taurokko, and they have a very special way of conversation. But since I've been his neighbour in Noaratabia, I will paste it here:
"Keep looking for what's hidden!"
"I've got very bad eyes, unfortunately."
"I will lend you my personalised glasses, they magnify everything to show the big picture of life from my point of view"
"Oh thanks, that way I hear better. The problem with my back is, when I walk long distances, I get a nervous foot that itches on my left index finger."
"I shall lend you my glove, it is good for scratching the back, and when the index finger is covered by it, both effects are removed simultaneously and you can always put your best foot forward, know what I mean."
"I've tried that, thanks, but now, if when blink with my left ear my right eye starts to tremble. I've got to see my butcher about that. I probably need a hearing aid to better support bright sunlight."
"Place a Raw Rump steak, preferably not bleeding or starched shirt will be soiled, at the back of the head and tie a rubber ban across it from from one ear to another. This balances the tremble in one eye as both eyes will tremble at the same time, just put a Moshe Dayan, the UV rays controlled patch on both eyes to support even brightness of the sunlight, but make sure they are see through or you may trip and hurt yourself"
"I did as you told me, but since I couldn't find a Rump Steak, and looked for another way to help, I was recommended to put 98 well cooked spaghetti without sauce around my ankles and sing "Help" by the Beatles in C minor for 5 minutes. Would you believe it helped ? I hear now down to 3 decibels with my left eye, and this friend of mine has finally found a new job. You are fantastic, thanks again!"
If you need his address in any turmoil of life, he can help.
Addendum 2017: My third self Warg asked my second one, Torg, whether he finds that old one amusing. Torg said : "Arggh...ckalll". Warg told me then that Torg actually wanted to say "Arf, fnölt ckit". THEN I understood finally.