Back on April 30, I made a joke about always thinking about the worst-case scenario, wherein I made the comment "Well, at least I wasn't stabbed." That joke turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, as last night I was, indeed, stabbed. Long story, read about it here.
So now, I'm writing a joke that a large breasted woman will hand me a Publisher's Clearing House check.
Disclaimer
On January 1, 2009, I started an experiment to write one new joke every day for at least one year. As 2009 rolled forward, the universe proceeded to deal me a series of events that left me with no lack of inspiration for new material. Most of these jokes have found their way into my on-stage routine, and most of them have become staples of my act.
Now that I have made it through my first year, my focus has shifted from quantity to quality. I still update with new jokes, just not on my original every frickin' day deadline. Please feel free to grade these jokes, and heckle them. If a joke gets heckled enough, I will go back and make them better. I want to make sure my audience gets their money's worth, even though this is a free service.
Now that I have made it through my first year, my focus has shifted from quantity to quality. I still update with new jokes, just not on my original every frickin' day deadline. Please feel free to grade these jokes, and heckle them. If a joke gets heckled enough, I will go back and make them better. I want to make sure my audience gets their money's worth, even though this is a free service.
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