Sunday, May 31, 2009

And... Scene.

Hey there 'Redheads... We're down to the last day of Blog-A-Day in May. For those of you who've stuck around for this long, drawn out, exercise in self-importance, congratulations. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed doing it...to you. Don't consider this last installment a payoff for your diligence... This one will be just as mildly amusing as the previous 30. And away we go...

If there's one thing I slacked on whilst tripping the blog fantastic (fine...mediocre), it was the pretty pictures to go along with the over inflated wordage. In particular, some people clamored for visual evidence of my sunburn from last weekend. Since I don't actually own a camera, I have to rely on other people to get the pictures. Well, this one finally came through... Watch. Wince. Repeat.

It's tough to tell which is pastier, my thigh or my sock. The sock is white. The thigh is tragically white.

Had another fun couple of shows at the Greensboro Comedy Zone last night. Once again, it was a tale of two crowds. The early show was great. They laughed in all the right spots. They bought me shots on stage. They were picking up what I was puttin' down. The late show was not as giving. I'm going to write a book about the late show, called "That Crowd Just Wasn't That Into Me".

So, today I had a couple hours to kill before driving to Fayetteville for two more shows tonight. I decided to go to the local Hooters, for some wings and polite ogling. While chit-chatting with my waitress, it came up that I was a comic. Unfortunately, I was within earshot of a couple guys who think thought I could use a new joke for my act. Before I knew it, one of them waddled over and leaned on the chair next to me and told me the following "joke" as I'm eating my wings (I'll try to type it correctly)...

There's this teenage girl who wants to borrow the family car. So she asks her daddy, "Daddy, can I have the car. It's very important." Well, it goes on and on. The dad says, "I'll only lend it to you if you give me a blowjob." The girl said, "What, Daddy?" So, they went back and forth, until the girl finally said ok. So, the dad drops his trousers and she starts going to town. She stops and spits and says, "Daddy, your dick tastes like shit." He says, "Yeah, I know. Your brother wanted the car this morning."

Bon appetit. I know that's the kind of thing I would say, unsolicited, to a stranger. The question is, do I open with it or close with it?

Thanks for reading all month. Now that I've proven that I can do this more regularly, I suppose I should. Maybe Blog-Every-Other-Day-In-June...or something. Stay tuned.

To be continued...

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