well, tonight was a personal mind fuck.
i went to see my friends do a show called recipe. there were...
The best prospect would be a circle of friend-followers who entertain my web pursuits. I might get a few likes, and maybe a reblog. An...”
It takes years to hone a comic voice, but I’ve been pudgy and desperate since grade school. Are those cheat years? Does comedy work like Weight Watchers?
Sometimes at the bathroom mirror, I’ll review my retreating hairline and sing “No New Friends” to the follicles because I’m about that life.
I am sure we can collectively agree on the benefits of a “No Fuss, No Muss” policy, but I feel alone when asking, “What the hell is ‘Muss’?”
Last night, my family got the true Thanksgiving experience of watching me repeatedly wake myself from a food coma after unconscious farts.
My neice plays a surprise toss game called “Here, Catch!”
I’ve only played tuba, so she’s not aware what we’re playing is “Here, Stitches!”
So these new underpants have a button in the fly. I averted crisis, but now I have to explain yelling “Why won’t you work?” in the bathroom.