From a forum “discussion” regarding the possibility of a gay NFL player coming out to the world:
Idiot: Why do gays always have to make a big production out of it? I don’t go around announcing my heterosexuality in public!
Me: You just did, dumbass.
I win again.
Failure is indeed an option. In fact, it’s a pretty popular one.
My wife recently reminded me of an old saying. Of course, she was using it quite literally, as we have had a recent and massive immigration of household pests. And no, I’m not talking about a grade-school sleepover.
However, it reminded me of a conversation I’d had once, when I was yet a bachelor.
The problem with dating while being on the road – particularly as a comic (or musician) – is that 95% of the people that you meet are in their early twenties. Which would be fine if I was also of an age, … There’s more of this shit. Click here.
Even the feeblest grasp exceeds the hand that doesn’t reach.
As Bob Hope and Bing Crosby might have sang, had
1). they gone there, and
2). there was an actual road to it,
we’re off on the road to Jamaica.
Then, of course, ol’ Bing would have slapped you around a little.
See you all after I find out just how authentic this Jamaican Jerk is. In the meantime, you can play spot-the-tag-that-doesn’t-belong. Hint: it’s not “Blurb”.