Acidity is not only a quality that can be measured in foods, liquids, comedians, and speeches delivered by politicians (who many times inadvertently end up being funnier than those who intentionally try to be); it is indeed one of the many attributes of humour; in this particular case, in the form of a structured joke.
Depending on its intensity and the wit of the listener or reader, the humoristic tale might cause ulcers, intestinal perforations, respiratory problems such as chronic bronchitis, and even tumours in the tongue or oesophagus, to just name a handful of the possible side effects of acid humour.
There has never been in the entire course of human history such a sad and remarkable case as the one which inspires these very lines. Due to his unique and acid sense of the humoristic, the celebrated Swiss born comedian and mime Rigobert de Singlaut passed away during the early hours of today’s dawn, at his residence in Rennes-le-Chateaux.
His airwaves succumbed to the stratospheric Ph. of his reflux that continuously burst up like the lava of a laughing volcano; he died a victim of a sole sin: to find his own quite acidic jokes worthy of a laugh.
His last words, according to eye-ear-witnesses, might have been:
(Space where the supposed last sentence uttered by de Singlau’s mouth should be.)
Disclaimer: due to the amount of lawsuits that are currently targeting our honour and bank accounts, we are forced not to reproduce the supposed humoristic exploit in order to preserve the health of our potential readers.
Can you see the paradox? It is right there, behind the column.