Laughorism vs. Laughorasm

I really don't have anything to say (isn't that the point of this self-induced belly-button playing?), so let's see where this goes.

"I learn by going where I have to go."

-- Theodore Roethke, in "The Waking," one of my favorite poems

Of course, I promote laughorisms: laugh + aphorism. Without going dictionary on you, let's say I'm aiming for pithy statements that bring a laugh.

If I elicit more than a laugh, or a laugh as good as an orgasm, does one then experience a laughorasm? Can a laugh be as good as an orgasm?

Some have compared sneezing to the Big O. Not me. I mean, I sneeze with great gusto, but sneezing seems, well, different somehow than reaching sexual climax. That's just me, okay? Plus, sneezes are so public. Mine are. Not my orgasms. (Well, they obviously are public for some. Depends if the walls are thin. Plus, porn stars are pretty public about theirs.)

I may've made people chuckle or smile or maybe even laugh by a laughorism, aphorism, or witty post or comment, but I doubt anyone has ever reached the point of laughorasm. And, of course, I would never admit it if I ever unintentionally made someone laugh while trying to make them, say, aroused.

(Come to think of it, that is the tragicomic story of The Early Years.)

If a woman, or a man, pinches her, or his, nose daintily to suppress any sound of sneezing, is that an indicator of matters farther south, down in the nether world of the Erogenous Zone (more frequently for me, the Erroneous Zone)?

I can just hear the office gossip on that one.

"Man, did you hear that? I would've never guessed it! Always so shy and quiet, too."

I told you I didn't know where I was going with this. I warned you.

Laugh. Or....
Else.

Gesundheit!