who's on first?
A fellow comic asked me what nationality my name was. I wrote back "Polish." He replied:
I had a similar experience yesterday when my friend April asked:
At first I thought you meant polish like "rub something shiny."
For a few seconds I thought you were telling me to rewrite my e-mail.
I had a similar experience yesterday when my friend April asked:
When's the wedding? April...and inadvertently answered her own question.





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April can be forgiven her having answered her own question. My name is June and that sort of thing happens whenever I send an e-mail to my nephew asking him when he finishes school and is coming home. He always writes back, "Yup."
Your friend's question reminds me of something funny my friend Debbie said without meaning to. Debbie is sometimes guilty of a type of ditziness (or mental retardation maybe) that needs to be coined with a suitable name. She was walking with me along West Broadway when an acquaintance of mine who is very pregnant stopped me. We exchanged pleasantries and caught up on whazzup (which was obvious in Sharon and her husband's case), and I introduced Debbie.
"It's very nice to meet you, Sharon," Debbie said. "When are you due?"
"April."
"Wow! THIS April?"
No, Deb. She's enjoying being 8-and-a-half months pregnant so much, as we gals will be known to do, that she thought she would just continue gestating until next year!
Your friends provide good set-ups even when they don't mean to. Mine are just really fucking stupid.
(BTW, I like your blog. Matt Penn told me about it, so give him props when he gets back from his trip.)
Ha! As though giving birth is like graduating from college or something. Oh, SOME June, whenever you finish the requirements.
There is a flyer posted at the grocery store in the town I live in. A woman read it outloud to her young daughter.
"2 year old horse for sale. Broken".
The little girl said, "why don't they get it fixed"?
I laughed out loud!
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