I had a show Saturday and all things considered, it went pretty well. However, it is amazing how one little thing can throw you for a loop. Pre-show I was told no “f word”, which is not life or death, but the little seed of restraint grows into a tree rather quickly. On my first joke, of course ultimately about my penis, I realized I hadn’t done it in a minute and missed a non-essential line. While I pondered this, I grabbed my crotch…one line before the punchline. Ah yes, the unnecessary crotch grab. Off to good start.
I then got to a joke where the key is my grandma saying fuck, not on purpose, but because she had never heard it before and was repeating the conversation she heard. I realized I couldn’t say it and the joke lost its edge. I came to this realization, but also decided to plow through the rest of the material. Don’t lose faith, kids. I still did everything else verbatim, including my joke about running over a guy while driving and plenty o’ sex humor. Glad to know the f word was off limits, but dirty sex, vehicular homicide and public indecency are still OK. Take that, establishment! (Just kidding establishment, please book me for more shows.)