The first joke

The '80s have been reduced to three stereotypes - coke, neon, and aids - which makes me wonder what we'll get for the nineties...Pokemon, meth, and the tramp stamp are my front runners.

Do or Die

It's 6 months and 10 days until I turn 31...and this exercise looks silly...looks like I need to get funny...or some shit.

It's always funny to drop vulgarities in there, right?

Wherein Frogs Enter the Picture

I will be perfectly honest...this idea absolutely terrifies me.  Not because I think it's the greatest idea ever (it's not, really, that's sliced bread).  No, because I'm not really sure on the follow-thru.  I can think of few worse things than passing out on stage.  Which is what I fear will happen if I actually do stand-up and...to be honest, that's what this deserves as its final post...stand-up with the jokes that made the grade in club with an audience.  That said, I have decided to forge ahead and kill a few frogs to see if maybe I can write some jokes.  The danger being, of course, if I take apart what I find funny, it's no longer funny to me ergo I won't bother writing it down or discard it outright.  Onward and upward, I suppose, to where I find verbose and wordy do not translate into anything usable on a stage...