I finally wrote some new jokes after quite a hiatus the other night. Three actually. After you do this a while, it gets hard to hit the reset button and try new jokes, but you have to. It’s like if you golf well enough to beat your buddies, then never practice again and expect to make the tour. So the new jokes must be tried…at an unpaid open mike. For God’s sakes, don’t do new shit when you’re getting paid. I have been burned on that move.
I did a new joke about how much I hate poetry, another about parents coddling children, and one about getting pulled over when drunk. I won’t go into detail, but one went very well, one OK, and one has potential…if I completely rewrite it. What does this mean? I’ll probably keep one of the three, which is a good ratio for comedy. I would add more and be funnier, but I vomited three times before writing this, so this is all you get. The End.