Truthfully, Most Yuk Yuks clubs are small shitholes. That was probably a regular amateur open-mic he was doing in the video, which usually only brings out people the comedians know. The Laugh-Off (which he won) brings out lots of people, at least around here. To win that is something, it spans the entire country and only I think 8-12 comics qualify for Toronto, the winner pocketing $25,000 (and no doubt a tour contract and TV special). The final is May 1st I think, they air it nationally on The Comedy Network. This year, our club didn't even have fucking HEAT the last three weeks of the Laugh-Off (we're talking February here), so I was shaking like I was going through dopamine rejection on stage. They're moving ours to the Casino here in town, so hopefully it will be better times. Anyway, I get to put on my drinking boots and conversation hat for tomorrow night. There will be hard-to-decipher posts, too. If you hear on the news about a guy throwing empties at and picking fights with cops on Richmond Row, that'll be your boy.
Chicken Enchiladas in the oven, made some pico with habaneros. That'll clean your sinuses out and kill a cold. I hope so, I am sick of listening to Mr.PIMPTRESS sniffling. edited to add: I have a relationship question for you animals. When you first start dating someone, you are obviously on your best behavior(ideally, anyway). You bathe, manscape, eat using a knife and fork, do your blow discreetly and by all means restrain those horrifying bodily functions. When do you start letting the "real" you show? Is it accidental? Or do you wait for her to let one rip? I have been living with my guy for months, and only recently has he admitted to being human...
Imagine if Gris and Ballsack have actually been the same guy this whole time? Maybe we're all just cattle in some nightmarish sociology e-xperiment. Minds. are. blown.
Ah, WDT. If your bracket looks good, drink to celebrate. If your bracket looks like crap, drink to console yourself. What? Also, I don't see why people were complaining about the multiple network deal (unless, you just have an antenna - and then, you have other things to complain about.) Personally, I love the four network thingy. All you have to do is watch one game, check out the scores at the top, when one gets close or looks interesting: bam! switch to that network. No more worrying about the "live look-in" nonsense. If the clock at the top isn't ticking, they're in commercial. If your game goes to commercial, you switch to one of the others. What's not to like? Oh look, it's a new page . . .
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Hey, I'm still here. I made a 7 km round trip walk to go get pizza. It was, no surprise, cold when I returned. Worth it, though. Now to finish off more of this fuzion wine. Dirt cheap, and from high up in the Chilean Andes. Exactly how I like my coffee and cocaine, oddly enough.
Are you asking legitimately about the "real you" or just the gas aspect? Who they see on the first day is who they see later on down the line.
I say let it rip. Worst case, he tries to change your diet. He isn't going to move out over something like that. Beware the repercussions though. He may return the favor.
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Fuck my head finally doesn't hurt much from last night. I slept till almost 4pm today, now I'll be up alllll night.
Come home from the bar, pour a drink... I just want to go out without drama. Is that so fucking hard? Plus that $13 cover made my balls ache.