I thrive on laughter. I want to tell you a story and I want you to laugh.
Laugh loud, laugh hard.
My facial expressions, my gestures, my chosen words are designed to make you laugh.
I need the laughter, it makes me happy.
The desire for my chuckle fix is so strong that I can't shut up. If something I'll say will make you laugh I will scour my mind for any story I can tell you.
...Did I tell you about that time a drag queen tried to sell me perfume out of the trunk of 'her' car in the middle of a gas station parking lot? At midnight? (On my way home from a really awkward date.)