Death = Autobiography > Crap Hole
I started reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants tonight. I got maybe two pages into it, when I realized that I need to write my autobiography before I die. I don’t believe that I’ll die anytime soon, but as we all learned in elementary school, Death has a wicked fondness for irony. In any case, I’m tired of the stinky crap hole that my blog has become. It’s where links to...
You: “Will you please post a video of a homeless guy at the library, talking to himself about Bible verses?” Me: “Ok.”
Anonymous asked: I congratulate you, sir, on being a professional comedian.
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There is not a more sensitive or precious question than that of “Where do babies come from?”, which is why I’ll instruct my future children to look it up on Wikipedia.
This commercial for ‘Two and a Half Men’ could not be more timely.
I feel really hungover today. Seriously, my head is killing me. So to celebrate, here’s the first segment from Jon Stewart’s very first episode of “The Daily Show.”
Joke of the Day
Person 1: Knock knock.
Person 2: Who's there?
Person 1: UPS.
Person 2: UPS who?
Person 1: Please sign on the line.
Person 2: Ok.
Person 1: Here is your package.
Person 2: Thank you.