The Claim to Comedy

The claim to comedy, the never ending manufacturing of laughter, is a gift, right? It’s like personal training, I’m giving you a six pack here.

I am good at poetry, poetry in general, it is just a shame I rhyme everything with orange.

A woman in a long coat walked into my local yesterday, as the door opened inwards, she spread out her hands, shrieked and fell, with rumbling of little cartwheels as her and the rest of the nine year olds came flying out of the coat.

Approach to the treatment of illness.. My illness. My addiction to bingo. the outcome? Same as before. My regeneration, But I won at one point. No party. Each party I have is usually the cause of degeneration.

I have lived in laughter as you can see. But I lose them all at some point.

That tumble weed is passing now.

It was high time to go.

Thank you and goodnight.