I did a show downtown last night where 50 comedians all told their first joke. While I'll spare you my first joke, the night was really bizarre for me. In the couple of years since the clubs that I ran no-longer exist, I've lost touch with several comedians while others have dropped out of the biz altogether. So, last night, out of the 50 comics, I knew maybe 6 of them. For a brief moment, I got nostalgic for those long summer days when the other comics and I would hang out by the lake, playing on the tire we hung from the old oak tree. We'd drink lemonade and chew on sasparilla while telling stories of the old south. Gosh darn, I miss those days.
Pat Robertson, who gets more phone calls from god than anyone else, said that there is going to be a major attack on America sometimes this year, after September. That's so weird, cuz god left me a voice-mail the other day and said he was taking the year off. I think Pat may have god and the devil confused for one another.
I might have more later I just wanted to get something up while some people were still at work. It's my way of helping the economy...
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