I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a comedy club (ha ha).
Fuck it, I was wrong, though.
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Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Can't You See?
Sometimes Your Tumblr Just Hypnotizes Me.
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The little kid who scores right after the dork tells the reporter that he loves her = COCK BLOCKER.
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Standup Comity
There is that famous metaphor, E.B. White’s: “Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.” The profession of standup, the idea of “the comic” in the minds of the average person, exists in a similar state of delicate homeostasis. To be a comic at a party, at a bar on a night you aren’t working, is to make small talk under a giant hovering footnote, a looming scalpel. Friendly, inquisitive people invariably inquire, always revealing some benign or cancerous misconception. “So you, like, think of all that stuff on the spot?” “Do you like when hecklers make the show better?” “Do you write all your own stuff?” “Is [insert well-known but hacky standup comedian] the funniest comic right now?” The comic can be academic, explaining the profession to death, qualifying terms and remedying misconceptions, or she can joke around and be funny. But for reasons that are both revealing and mysterious, she can rarely do both. She is forced to decide. The comic is the frog. And presented with the option of slicing herself open, or hopping around, she sulks into a quiet, unjustified indignation. (“Nobody gets what I do…” ) No one really wants to see what goes on behind the curtain, even if everyone asks to peek.
How many oreos do you think these kids will charge me to paint a room?
(Source: ronpaulswanson)
MOVE OVER, REBECCA BLACK, BECAUSE MISS MUFFIN IS COMING FOR YOUR #1 SPOT!
(Seriously though, this video is pretty awesome.)
archaizer: The Mirror Cube Tree Hotel - one of several hotels built by Tree Hotel, a Swedish company offering architecturally-radical retreats in the far-north.
If they have bears as front desk agents and cubs as bellboys, I’m booking a reservation there ASAP.
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln
Not a bad quote from Honest Abe, but I wonder if he said this before or after he got shot?
Jonathan Haidt on the moral roots of liberals and conservatives
1 month ago - 4
4 Please don’t let me get sick and die.
Very sad… and very fucking funny. RIP Patrice.
TRUTH.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
As a former Texan, this could not be more hilarious.
