Comedy has been ruined for me. I have been overexposed.
I no longer ever titter at somebody getting hit in the balls by a smal child.
If I see one more "porn star audition" skit, I'm gonna hurl.
I no longer think "hurl" is a funny euphamism for vomiting.
I have realized that a "showing people your penis" joke just isn't funny if the audience never sees the penis.
My favorite comedy writer is now G.W. Bush's speechwriter. (putting the phrase " “every American deserves to be treated with tolerance and respect and dignity.” in a speech condoning the changing of the constitution to further a bigoted religious agenda is a joke unmatched by any current stand up, news parody, or sitcom.
I'm beginning to lean away from quirky, light oddity in my musical tastes, focusing almost solely on anything with gravitas to it.
I was able to type "gravitas" without even thinking of how much it sounds like "Grab datt ass"
Sarte was wrong. Hell is poorly executed satire.
Does anybody even know the difference between parody and satire anymore?
My existential dread organ just beat up my sarcasm organ in a steel cage death match.
If the world stopped now.. instead of being scared about shifts in gravitational pull, teh extinction of species, and the forced migration of humanity to the edges of the neverending day/night... I know just hope to be someplace with soft walls (because of inertia)
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