I'm not funny

I remember back in High School making a shirt that said, "I'm not funny" and I derived such pleasure from seeing others' reaction to it.  

When I was in college I had a mohawk and derived similar pleasure from seeing the old people in the grocery store stare at me when I walked past.
  
Now, I get to enjoy people looking my way not because of my shirt or hair, but because I'm holding a really, really cute baby.  I have to admit I prefer this.   

My sweet little monkey bear