But along with the good came the bad, and I’m not talking about unfunny comics. I’m talking about bad business decision, laziness, and poor promotion. The long-gone management of the club ran it into the ground, and it took a spectacular effort on the part of the owners to bring it back – sans Wednesday nights. There’s more of this shit. Click here.
I didn’t just get married. I inherited a family. A wife, a boy, and a girl.
For most of my life, however, I’ve been Single Guy™ – Uncle Randy. (Now I owe Larry Reeb ten bucks.) Anyway, being Single Guy has forced me to listen to an unending stream of complete and total horseshit about parenting. There is no class or group of people quite so arrogant, full of themselves, and bullshit prone as parents. Except comics. But we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you, parents.
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Actually, what happened was that the world fell in love with Anne Rice’s craptastic word-masturbation fests, wherein she went on and on for 700 pages about whining, androgynous boy-men who all had kinky fetishes and spent centuries being every manner of penetration metaphor possible. There’s more of this shit. Click here.
…there was a kid who creepily reminded me of my wife’s ex – on a lot of uppers. He does not lack for enthusiasm, and punctuates every sentence with some variant of “fuck”. Not that I care, but it’s almost dizzying how many times in five short minutes the kid can drop the bomb. He’s not going to get real work any time soon. Not until at least he takes a couple Xanax and says “Smurf” instead. There’s more of this shit. Click here.
I am awesome. Me diddly me me, a-ding a-dang me. There’s more of this shit. Click here.