Another Dogshit Blog Entry -- The List of Lists.
In about one week, I start my comedy classes in Philadelphia. I've been trying really hard to write a lot of material in a short amount of time so I can come in with some stuff to work on.
I realize now that I'm not doing standup to be rich, famous or even successful. I'm doing it for the approval and acceptance of others. It's either standup or pole dancing, which on a positive note, I totally have the tits for.
I've read a bunch of books with exercises in them that are supposed to make you funnier or some shit.
One of them that sticks out is making a list of lists, here are mine:
The top ten things I've picked off of my body in order of taste
The Two Worthwhile things my wife has interrupted major sporting events with
The Top Twenty chores Jon M. has performed shirtless in order of sexiness
Fifty incurable disaeses I'd like a reality game show to infect people with
Twenty things my dogs caught me doing that I really wish they didn't, in order of how disrobed I was at the time.
The four times a man is allowed to cry in his life and not be called a homosexual by his peers, ordered by the coolness of the championship trophy.
Meh. I don't know how much it helped.
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