Good News, Bad News — Talent Joke
Talent Schmalent: If you’re a performer, chances are you’ve performed for a house of crickets. No? Well, there’s still time.
Talent Schmalent: If you’re a performer, chances are you’ve performed for a house of crickets. No? Well, there’s still time.
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Fuck the law’s delay, the insolence of office, AND the bare bodkin. I’m NOT gonna kill myself! I’m gonna bear the fardels. Say what?
I once dated a young party girl. A dancer. This is an important right of passage for any middle-aged man, not to be skipped.
Gender instincts bubble up and boil over into our higher brain faculties, clouding our judgment on sex and romance.
I used to be an Evangelical. Then I tried getting along with you people. Now I’m a Non-denominational Antagonist. Say what?
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, the Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely, blah blah blah . . . when ya can just kill yourself?
Tchaikovsky 1st Piano Concerto: Some music bites into my soul and injects me with heavy doses of yearning and gratitude. I call these experiences musical prayers.
What can you do to make a difference in the world these days? Start by learning the issues. All it takes is a little time and effort.
Guns don’t kill people. People with guns in America kill people. Oddly, people without guns . . . don’t kill nearly as many people.
Trump is by far the most entertaining President we’ve ever had. The greatest! The best! I just hope he doesn’t accidentally blow up the world.
Hang up and try again. Perhaps you’ve got the wrong number. Could this be the magic at last? You know I can’t smile without you.