Once you get outed online as being an ex-member of an infamous religious cult, you start to develop a habit of putting your name into search engines.
This time I found out that there is a rare breed of dog named Braque Dupuy.
I proudly announced this new found fact to my boyfriend.
To which he quipped,”I bet it’s neurotic.”
To which I asked,”Are you calling me fat?!?”
Comics as a rule are insane. Yeah, they look cool up there cracking jokes. They ARE ALL INSANE.
Take for example, a meeting I recently had with a personal manager. This man has represented or does represent some of my favorite comedians.
Here’s an excerpt from our conversation:
He said,”(Name deleted) is a brilliant comedian. No one would follow him at the Improv.”
What I heard was,”Tina, you suck.”
He said,”He is such a smart guy, went to (Ivy League School name deleted) you know?”
What I heard was,”Tina, you’re stupid and you suck.”
He said,”Even her BONES are funny.”
What I heard was,”Tina, your ‘funny bone’ is hacky. And you SUCK!”
I’m the kind of person that gets my feelings hurt when I don’t get spam for an hour.
Anyone? Just me?
I have no idea where this post is going.