I had a show up in the boondocks of Nebraska, after playing in a hail storm and then making it to an awesome birthday show, off I rolled at midnight to another show, with a start of 2 a.m. And to much of my belief, what a disaster that show was. I thought I got stuck with a bunch of Jerry's kids that were at a slumber party.
I show up, all the kids, all 50 of them, were done with prom, and in street clothes, playing with inflatable toys, I mean, I walked right into a teenager Chuck cheese. I knew I was screwed worse than a sheep 50 miles from a town. So, I waited, until the start time, and hit the stage. Them kids, not only were they Catholic, but tired Catholics, obviously not enough wine. I told a couple jokes, like I'm sure you watch cable ytv and 16 and pregnant, I can't wait until the sequel 32 and grandma. That joke went over there head like Airforce One taking off in Iraq. Not one kid even grinned, so I had to break it down, 16 plus 16 equals 32. When your 16 and have a kid, then your kid is 16 and has one cause you did, then your 32 and a grandma. Then they laughed.
I have no idea what them Catholic kids learn now days, but back when I was in school, we had 3 high schools, and I know for a fact we wouldn't skip a Catholic kids party. Heck, we would have skipped prom to hit one. Not up here, I don't think party or funny is allowed. So I pulled a couple more, and got nothing, these kids are just plain whipped, I didn't even bring up the "off like a prom dress", I didn't want to hear, I already have it off at home on a hanger." Shock me, what I thought was going to be a awesome show, was a complete practice, I've had better reactions in a mirror than what I got there that night.
But all in all, I had a hell of a time busting on a cop at the Birthday Party, and man oh man, when my speeding head spins something out about him, the blog is on. But don't be silly wrap ole willy. If your Catholic I will explain that later.
Here is what goes on inside a comics head. There is no telling what direction I am going, and when. But enjoy!!!
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Thursday, April 19, 2012
Nepotism
When one ask someone for a topic, why do they always pick the words that are WAY out of my vocabulary? Maybe it's just me, well, maybe it's just them trying to get on over on me. Ya, that's it. They are trying to make me seem dumber or redneckish more than I already am. But, by no means, will that stump me with the power of Webster's.
So, they call it an art to not have children, to stay single, but WAIT ONE DARN MINUTE. Single, and no children is not an art. Unless your reading Karma Sutra and then when you get to about page 52, you find you need a partner to finish the book. Alot like life, when you start out, you are a virgin, then become a self satisfying virgin, then your moisture seeking heat missile decides what it takes to have fun, and have some curtain climbers, diaper shitters, and someone that will never leave your side. KIDS. It's alot like a new car, you buy it, break it in, and then rod the piss out of it. But the difference between a car and sex is, you can't wear a good kitty out, but you can die trying.
So, to remain single, what's the point? Nobody to bitch at you, no making you sleep on the couch, no hiding the remote, and nobody to keep you warm. I guess if we were to practice Nepotism, then we would all wouldn't be here. The art of favoritism of a family member, must be a Catholic thing. Only the Catholic can go out, do whatever they want, go in and chat to the dude behind the curtain and walk out forgivin and do it all over again the same day. Talk about that, why are Catholics always on their knees? And to be single on your knees???? Even on Urban Dictionary that is just wrong. But who am I to judge, I don't have a degree.
But, in the mean time, if you are single, rich, and willing to add me to a will, my name is Gabe, and I would love to be Nepotized by you. I know I am a favorite to many, and feared by many, but who is counting? So, if you don't want to believe in Nepotism, then don't be silly wrap ole willy.
So, they call it an art to not have children, to stay single, but WAIT ONE DARN MINUTE. Single, and no children is not an art. Unless your reading Karma Sutra and then when you get to about page 52, you find you need a partner to finish the book. Alot like life, when you start out, you are a virgin, then become a self satisfying virgin, then your moisture seeking heat missile decides what it takes to have fun, and have some curtain climbers, diaper shitters, and someone that will never leave your side. KIDS. It's alot like a new car, you buy it, break it in, and then rod the piss out of it. But the difference between a car and sex is, you can't wear a good kitty out, but you can die trying.
So, to remain single, what's the point? Nobody to bitch at you, no making you sleep on the couch, no hiding the remote, and nobody to keep you warm. I guess if we were to practice Nepotism, then we would all wouldn't be here. The art of favoritism of a family member, must be a Catholic thing. Only the Catholic can go out, do whatever they want, go in and chat to the dude behind the curtain and walk out forgivin and do it all over again the same day. Talk about that, why are Catholics always on their knees? And to be single on your knees???? Even on Urban Dictionary that is just wrong. But who am I to judge, I don't have a degree.
But, in the mean time, if you are single, rich, and willing to add me to a will, my name is Gabe, and I would love to be Nepotized by you. I know I am a favorite to many, and feared by many, but who is counting? So, if you don't want to believe in Nepotism, then don't be silly wrap ole willy.
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