I found where I'm going to move, unless something last minute happens. The sketch show opened, and I'm the star (or at least the utility player). Plus, Matt Reynolds came for a visit, and boy are my brains tired. Lastly, I revile (I mean review) Kickass2.
Did anything exciting happen at work? Maybe. Did anything exciting happen at the comedy contest? Possibly. Did anything exciting happen at Karaoke? This question seems rhetorical, doesn't it? Did I just answer my own question with another question? Should I fuck off now?
I had a great Birthday, and did a fun show in the back yard. You really wanna hear it?! Well, it's your lucky day. Recently, I stopped a man beating his girlfriend on Sunset Blvd., and the topic of domestic violence and abusive relationships has been hot in the LA comedy scene this week. So you get to hear my unsolicited opinions on the topic.
I'm positively sick of the kitchen's attitude being as shitty as the job they're doing. Wanna hear about it? No? Then skip the first fifteen minutes of this episode. I'm positively sick of Owen Straw. Wanna hear about that? No? Then skip the next fifteen minutes. That leaves you two minutes and fifty-eight seconds to listen to my opinion about preseason football and my theme song. You don't wanna hear that either? Then, fuck off!
I finish up the Washington trip with a story about another asshole who disrespected me, only this time in Richland, WA. Also, I found another reason to hate the twins.
Some asshole stole my bike, some jackoff stole my feature spot, and some fuckface ranted about bad tippers for twenty minutes. That last one was me.