If you are ever having an in-person conversation with me, and I suddenly start laughing uncontrollably while asking “What?”, it means that — however rational and/or reasonable and/or obvious it seemed — what you just said has caused the “Error: Does Not Compute” screen to flash in my brain.
Which, y’know, explains the interrogative. The laughter, well. That’s mostly because I have inappropriate responses to . . . probably a lot of things. So, y’know, if/when this happens, be kind and explain whatever thing has short-circuited my brain.
Or mine it for entertainment potential. That’s always an option. (Though you should probably prepare yourself for retaliation, in that case.)
I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.