Changing the world

Jonda and I decided that last night was kind of like a bad B-movie watched best with beer goggles. The amount of stupid shit that happened deserves to be buried in the nearest trash heap. And for the record, I ingested 5 bottles of beer. I still don't have an alcohol tolerance.

And I am NEVER EVER going home with someone I work with ever again.

OK, got invited to amature comedy night at Northberg tonite by my manager Jonda. One of our drivers was headlining (and this is his last appearance, since he's moving to Florida in a week).

Well, first, Jonda is not preggers as previously feared. However, even 2 beers on an empty stomach could make me feel good about watching 12 10 minute sets of bad comedy. I've heard just about every possible J-Lo/Ben Affleck joke possible now. I've also been labled the "Chubby Flannel Guy" by the comediens. And no amount of alcohol made it worth sitting through countless dick jokes and fag jokes. I did, however, heckle a few of the worst offenders. Hell, I'm tempted to sign up for the next amature night just for the sake of proving that not all comedy has to be about dicks and boobies.

A sample or two of the stuff that was passing as comedy tonight.

"Chicks think I'm sensitive when I tell them I cried after the first time I had sex. I can't help it, my uncle had a ten inch dick."

"Don't you hate it when you're getting ready to bust a nut, the dog starts barking, and then your girlfriend walks in?"

(OK, so I laughed a bit at these, but Dennis LEary or Rabin Williams it wasn't.)

Andy, the guy I went to see, was amusing. Particularly since he was able to find humor in his Dad's failed liver and his break-up from his girlfriend which happened last night. And I should mention that beer and chorizo don't mix well, unless you really happen to like the gas that comes later.