“‘Blog’ sounds like you’re puking.”
“Word vomit’s right.”
Genre: Comedy
“Can’t you fast-forward the ads?”
“These’re home movies.”
“Always bet on black!”
“This’s blackjack not roulette.”
“Your majesty’s umm… fly is… well, Sire, open.”
“That play… about architects and incest…”
“Edifice Rex?”
He took the stares and escalated their building.
The doom face of the three-year-old terrified him.
Hubris, pomposity, and foolishness mapped the uncharted land.
“Bodily functions are my super power.”
“Yeah… super…”
Their date started hot went cold ended meh.
“Pudding is delicious.”
“So is freedom and hope.”
She married for his money. Got his love.
Spaceman fired his afterburners to avoid the bath.
“You smell funny.”
“Well, you don’t taste comedy.”
At Mars he remembered the stove was on.
“I won’t cover for you this time, Mom”
“Medicine” was how he described his comedic addiction.
She backflipped into the man she’d later divorce.
Her beauty definitively destroyed his sense of reason.
“I couldn’t wait to see him …in court.”