Another Stand-Up Comic
I’m probably not getting a set at the Improv any time soon, but this material kills in my apartment.
I’m probably not getting a set at the Improv any time soon, but this material kills in my apartment.
Sometimes, especially after binge-watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, I imagine a career in stand-up comedy.
I spent entirely too much time thinking about a ‘programming humor’ t-shirt I saw online.
When asked what superpower I’d like to have, I always say teleportation – because I already have invisibility and I hate driving.
When a nasty bug knocked me on my ass, I tried to power through as an independent, single gal – but ended up calling my mom who brought me soup.
I hate wasting food, but portion sizes are tough, especially when ordering from places that plan on ‘family style.’
I planned a long, thoughtful comic about milestones to coincide with my 35th birthday; instead, have this gag strip about a movie that’s a million years old.
In Shakespeare’s time, leading apes into hell was the fate that awaited old maids.
This is essentially a long way of saying I think labels are best if you choose them yourself.
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