Cold, Hard, Cash

Minus 9 degrees fahrenheit. That’s actually a temperature. That’s what it is outside right now.

I had to bundle up to meet the pizza delivery guy at the door last night.

Yikes.

Pain. It’s so cold it hurts. It feels like duct tape being ripped off your skin when you step outside.

This is a day where I think to myself,”This business of comedy…just not very fucking funny…”

5 Comments Cold, Hard, Cash

  1. indeterminacy

    You should do like that traveling group of preachers (Sister Cindy and friends) that always came to our university (in Northern Kentucky) in the summer, and ministered to the sinners studying at Florida universities in the summer. They were so funny and entertaining. You can be funnier than religion, any day.

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