Choose Your Own Adventure
I frequently wish there was a place where I could exchange my uterus for something useful – like a toaster oven.
I frequently wish there was a place where I could exchange my uterus for something useful – like a toaster oven.
It took me awhile to put my complicated feelings about Pride Month into a comic.
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.
When asked what superpower I’d like to have, I always say teleportation – because I already have invisibility and I hate driving.
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.
I would possibly be the world’s worst politician. Well, okay, I’d have some stiff competition.
I’ve lived my entire life in Southern California. I can’t handle “weather.”
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