After several (over a dozen) weeks, the open mike started back up at the comedy club. Hell yeah, I would say, if I was a 1994 drunk roadie. I had a couple ideas, improvements, and flat out rants, but without a stage, it’s just madness. So I got one last night.
Here’s the premises – December bdays getting the horrible Christmas/birthday combo gift…Bad childhood haircuts…Why Taylor Swift is almost as bad as Kim Kardashian and Lindsay Lohan (you have 400 million dollars, shut the fuck up)…women be trippin’…and how any graduation before high school is bullpuckey, dare I say! Surprisingly, they all went fairly well. Here’s the roadblock – I thought of a funny story, but with no tie in or joke. Feel free to comment and/or suggest something! (I had to block comments on my website thanks to spam; feel free to Tweet or Facebook post).
One time I got into a car with three other guys. My friends are such pieces of shit, we had seven DUI’s b/w us. By logic, we made the guy with only one drive. His reaction? “Well, rules are rules!” Whomever gives me a good close to this wins a free “Blah Blah Blah” t-shirt…unless you watch the Kardashians. Then you get anthrax powder.