The best laid plans of mice and men were laid to waste by Miller Lite. First I got bumped again from the shit fest that is the Underpants Monday spooktacular. Fuck you underpants. I don't need your monday or your tuesday or your Sunday you can take most of the week and shove it up your ass. Oh I love you just kidding baby come back THWAP! Why you make me hit you baby huh why you do that I love you don't leave.
I'm seriously considering never coming to another open mic there again. I am sick of getting bumped I can go up any night there why do it. Thanks Carl you better make sure you put the homeless guy up who bummed a cigarette from me (true fucking story)he needs to work out his material. I get bumped every other week. I understand the system and I understand the rules. What I don't understand is why you put the homeless guy who is as funny as the blood on the end of a baseball bat up. What do you gain from that? Do you build crowds..no. Do you build good comedians...no. Do you piss comics off that actually come to your club on regular basis..yes. If I hear "but you are on the lineup next week guaranteed" I'm going to throw up a hair ball. Oh jesus thank you for putting me up in the 3 minute corn filled shitstorm that is Monday.
I ended up having a lot of fun. I got drunk with the Mastermind and talked to brown tooth with him. She's really hot for a retarded girl. I had a lot of fun I laughed a whole hell of a lot harder then I would have had I actually been downstairs thank you Underpants.
Very weird thing happened last night, a guy comes up to me and says are you (says my name). I said yeah and he said we have been trying to reach you about an audition for a tv show we have coming up. He then says somone tried reaching me today and asks me for my phone number again, I give it to him thinking that he's full of shit that no one was trying to reach me. I get home and there is a message from some talent scout on my machine from Monday. At some point on either the Thursday (the one I couldn't talk) or Sunday (they apprently saw both) open mic they liked me and wanted and got my phone number from me. The thing is I don't remember giving my phone number to anyone on either night. Hi, I give my phone number out when I'm drunk. Well anyhoo pretty weird. I was making a joke on Sunday to the other comedians that they needed to bring it that "all the hard work pays off tonight when we step in front of those ten people and show them what we're made of, it all comes down to this". Since when did talent scouts and casting people watch open mics? Am I going to have to start giving a shit, the answer no of course cause I don't care if I get on TV I just want to see my daughter, have a job, do comedy, and eat pork like its the last day on earth hallelu.
want my phone number?
The Enforcer
"I should have ended with my Jesus fucking a goat bit" -Peter Johnson