After literally months of searching for a job, I think I am about to get hired at Coldstone. I got an interview and it all went well so now I just have to “audition” because they make you sing and dance for tips. I am comfortable with being a whore, especially these days when singing and dancing for money would be many a poor boys dream. I may even have to stop stealing food! I probably wont, old habits…
In stand-up news, my local comedy club does not currently have an open mic night, that blows balls, so I will have to brave the DIY warehouses scattered about town until comedyzone gets their shit in order.
Oh.. whats this? I have a tasty little jingle irking at my brain. Imagine a tasty fluorescent pink beat:
Mustard gas for the sunday mass
pan in a flash penis with a rash fetus in the trash
vacation sedation masturbation elation
contagious ageless bloodsucking pagans
torn from the pages of foreign relations
continuous barbiturates feeling carnivorous
And now for a video =)
