He Who Fucks Nuns Will Later Join The Church

I feel like I avenged myself tonight. I had a setlist. I had themes. I had callbacks (planned). I had a dead pope joke. By the way, I was feeling reverential this afternoon, and tried to create something that expressed that reverence and respect for God. This is how it turned out. Listen.

By the way, it was Pope Formosus.

Bandages Have Advantages, Too.

Tonight was a good night at the Loony Bin for me. I didn't go first, for one thing. And I kept things simple. Fatty Arbuckle, Buster Keaton and Dog Phone were all notably absent. The most challenging jokes were the ones that drew the slowest and least sure response from the audience, which was not surprising. For the most part the jokes were simple, personal, and came out of real pain. I guess that makes sense. Whatever.

I'm just glad my pain could bring momentary happiness to a roomful of strangers that probably wouldn't talk to me if we met at a party.

And I want to give a special thanks to my ex for being cool with these jokes. I wouldn't be telling them otherwise.

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