I went to the open mic at Kinga’s Lounge in Denver the other night. I signed up late and had to go up next to last. Unfortunately, I had to bare witness to the comedic “talents” of Vic G. If falling asleep at a bar is talent, this guy has it. If wearing a sparkly Jason Mraz hat is hilarious, this guy is a riot. If having a nasty pill and coke addiction is “it”, then this guy is going to the top (straight from the bottom). He got on stage and started drinking a beer that someone mistakenly left behind. If the Heineken bottle didn’t have Hep C before Vic G, it certainly did after he put his foul mouth on the rim.

However, what he did this night during his set was disgraceful. Vic walked off the stage with the mic and started harassing the two remaining audience members. Not only was he crassly provoking one of the gentleman by straddling his lap and defiling the air with his arrogance, he started in with homosexual come-ons as a way to instigate a fight. Vic G wasn’t entertaining. Usually, I’m not critical or overly agitated by a novice’s performance, but Vic G was terrorizing people. It wasn’t cool.

Just as a note to myself; Don’t be like Vic G. Don’t act like Vic G. Don’t do drugs like Vic G. Don’t forget why we’re on the stage like Vic G. Even at the amateur level, stage time is about entertaining not harassing. As if it wasn’t bad enough for the crowd that remained and the host of the show, I had to follow that. I wish I was the kind of guy who could rise to the occasion. The most consummate professional couldn’t rescue that train wreck. Next time you feel like getting to a mic, Vic, you should just stay home, drink some coffee and sober up. Your bad attitude makes us all look bad.

 

"Sorry ladies, the alligator on my shirt says 'I'm next'." - Ax to Max

Fewer places are more daunting than a public men’s restroom. There are too many variables to adjust for when dudes get together with their wieners out. Add booze to the equation (like at your favorite sports venue), and what was once a quiet place to poop and check email, quickly becomes a one-eyed surprise staring at you through a glory hole above the toilet paper roll. Outside the stall, you’ll find that urinals without dividers invite awkward heckles at your stubby wang. Jerryrigged stall doors are an inevitable peepshow into your “wipe-’til-it’s-white”  stratagem. And don’t think that just because you’re  in a one-holer, you’re alone. Herpes travels well and does not care if you build an ass fort of disposable liners on the seat or disinfect with bleach. It will get you. In spite of the perils that lurk behind the man on the triangle, when nature calls, you gotta answer. Here, then, are 10 reasons the men’s room is a tough place to pee:

10.) Despite all that you’ve learned from the Ghostbuster’s movies, the guy next to you wants to cross streams.

9.) Urinals at the gay bar are dudes on their knees, mouths agape.

8.) The guy waiting behind you has his hand in your pocket.

7.) The only thing deeper sounding than peeing into the center of the bowl is a stranger’s voice at the trough calling you out for peeing in a stall.

6.) The guy waiting behind you  stopped waiting all over your legs.

5.) One thing’s for sure, the line to use the pot is longer than your bladder is big.

4.) When you finish, there will ultimately be pee on your leg and/or pants.

3.) Whether out in the woods or in the red light district, if your dingus is exposed, you gotta watch for cruising bears.

2.) The outside of your pants will ultimately be speckled with someone else’s pubic hair.

~and, finally~

1.) Most rapists agree, a victim is most vulnerable when his pants are already unbuttoned.

 

 

 

Crack snacking is lip smacking.

Two lesbians walk into a movie theater and start going down on each other. This upsets some patrons who get the theater manager’s attention. The theater manager confronts the women and says, “Ladies, please. This theater does not allow outside food or drink.”

 

So clean, you could eat off us

I’m part of a group called Red Rocket Productions with Andrew Raschke and Derrick Rush. We’re new, you guys. We plan on producing comedy videos and other creative content designed to make people laugh. In general, we’re hilarious. You just wouldn’t know it. As a group, Red Rocket Productions hasn’t produced anything except this interview with Michael Powell and his Comedy Buffet. In keeping with the format of the show, Derrick, Andrew and I discuss the comical significance of some recent news stories. John Stewart, look out! Not really though. As it turns out, when I’m put on the spot, I sound exceedingly racist. Considering I’m on a digital platform, you might say I am eracist. I’m not proud of it. Aside from that, it’s funny, so I’ll let you be the judge.

 

http://thecomedybuffet.com/2012/01/19/episode-63-red-rocket-productions-cock-full-of-anal.aspx

 

Help yourself...to the hilarity

 

Nothing's sweeter than a disease free muppet.

I’ve worked at a lot of sleazy operations (a liquor store, for my father-in-law, Target), but none as controversial as Planned Parenthood. To some, Planned Parenthood represents all that is evil in the world; a place that touts lust and sexual deviance as appropriate behavior. A place where the consequences of such sinful conduct results in the murder of the unborn. Yet, to others, Planned Parenthood is a treasure trove of reproductive health information; not only is it a place to learn safe sex practices but also a resource for limiting the unintended consequences from those practices. They see Planned Parenthood as the proverbial topical cream that soothes the burning of social stigma (and chlamydia).

At Planned Parenthood, the only thing defining good and evil was from what side of the fence you picketed. These competing ideas faced off daily as liberal minded employees made their way to work through a line of staunch anti-abortion protesters. It was awesome. Unfortunately, I don’t work there anymore. And it’s too bad. It was the only job I can think of beside in the race for a GOP presidential candidate where the more radical your moral compass, the better your chance at success. Here, then, are 10 reasons I miss working at Planned Parenthood:

10.)Showing off my extensive knowledge of herpes to my new coworkers only leads them to believe I have herpes.

9.) No one appreciates my crafty misuse of coat hangers.

8.) Protesters at my new job actually work here.

7.) The South Carolina BBQ, the French dip and clam stew weren’t always just euphemisms for lunch.

6.) The sex-ed slides of an oozing, infected penis I threw into my sales presentation doesn’t close deals like they used to.

5.) I never had to force high-schoolers to have safe sex by buying them beer.

4.) The literature in the bathroom was supposed to be covered with pictures of dicks.

3.) There’s no pill in the current inventory to eradicate mistakes from last night’s binge drinking and canoodling.

2.) The dead baby jokes don’t kill like they used to.

~and, finally~

1.) Abortion punch cards! Buy 10, get one free (with purchase of a fountain drink)!

 

Some parents are blessed with children and some are blessed with alimony payments. If you’re like my dad, you’d be dead. That’s because raising another human is extremely difficult. So much so that some parents have a hard time coming to grips with it. They run or die trying. And why not? There is a lot on the line. Children are like houseplants that decompose slowly in a heap of neglect only to emerge on the other side of puberty as the ferns of society (i.e. extremely boring/dangerous). Most parents are delusional and believe that their children will become mature, responsible adults when, in fact, the children are in the back seat of a sedan sadly looking through the rear window as the cab fills with pond water (read: Casey Anthony).  If you’re not sure what kind of parent you are, it might be helpful to examine what actions you take on a daily basis. Chances are you’ve already blown it. Here, then, are 10 reasons you are a dead beat parent:

10.) You’re just doing it the way your parents did.

God dad, you're being a total d*ck

9.) You warned them; “If they keep eating all the food, you’re gonna stop buying it.”

8.) The congregation of bedbugs on your child’s bed and plush toys scatter into his mouth when the lights come on.

7.) Her first job is prostitution. Her second job is to pay rent.

6.) The state says so.

5.) Birthdays? You can’t even remember your kid’s name…Pepper? Todd, maybe.

4.) You’re a staunch Evangelist.

3.) After the divorce, you moved into a studio apartment to hook up with chicks and get your life back together.

2.) All your bedtime stories are about your new relationship with meth.

~and, finally~

1.) Visitation consists of kidnapping.

 

What happens when you forget to log off your email on my work computer after checking your flight itinerary for your upcoming trip to Michigan? Just ask my coworker Patrick and his list of 279 closest email contacts. Apparently, he’s got a big secret that’s going to change his life forever. I wonder what his mom will say. Too bad he won’t know what it is until he logs into his hotmail account…

"I ain't goin' all gay or nuthin'." -Patrick

—–Original Message—–

From: Patrick Meyer [mailto:p_ΠΑΤΡΙΚ@hotmail.com]

Sent: Friday, January 20, 2012 1:04 PM

Subject: It’s Patrick here

Hey guys,

I just want you know that I love you so much (that’s right…even you) and I hope that you can support my new life choice. No, I’m not going all gay on you (unless you ask nice;)). I’m joining the Army as an infantryman. It’s been a life long dream of mine to serve my country and now is a better time than ever. As the US pulls forces out of Afghanistan and Iraq, I feel that this might be my last chance to defend the country and freedoms I value so much. Also, I love guns. This will also afford me the opportunity to get some much needed education as well. When I return from Michigan, I will be enlisting and, according to my recruiter, I will be leaving for boot camp before the end of August. While I am scared that my tall frame will be an easy target for insurgents, I am confident that I will be able to dunk on any evil doers. Anyway, I hope you understand my decision because I’m doing this for the love of you and my country. God Bless America.

 

Love,

P-rick (Patrick)

 

"It's not racism if I'm just acting like a racist." -Mel Gibson

Did you ever stop a conversation just by downplaying the plights of Mexicans or Jews? Of course you have. You’re socially awkward. More than that, you’re a north of the border racist. When you’re not at one of your dignified kleetings (Klan meeting/beating), you’re busy postulating the extinction of the white male.  And why shouldn’t you be concerned? According to everything you’ve ever heard from FOX News, you’re a dying breed. You are no more than a fading photograph in the hand of a time-traveling Marty McFly. At this point, the only thing you have any power over is aligning with people who might share your views. Finding like-minded people by testing the waters is tricky especially when those waters are riddled with so many “Chinks and their goddamn junk boats”. So, what do you do? You start chatting up a whore you want to impregnate and right in the middle of negotiations, you unconsciously lay an egg. Here, then, are 10 reasons that you sound wildly racist:

 

10.) Jews haven’t been called “Hebrews” since before the pyramids. And they haven’t been called “Mud People” since the King James Bible went obsolete.

9.) You don’t have to keep explicitly reiterating what you mean when you say “the N-word”.

8.) The voids in your teeth whistle when you stress that “they should be called Mexi-can’t's”.

7.) Okay. We get it. Rush Limbaugh is your guiding light.

6.) Call them “white trash” if you want, but isn’t this your trailer home?

5.) Your mason jar of ‘shine is empty.

4.) References to the “Bill of Rights” have only weakened your argument for slavery.

3.) You hold a degree from a state college.

2.) Nowhere in the Koran does it define Islam as “a heinous tribe of sand-surfin’, baby-eatin’ banshees”.

~and, finally~

1.) You’re white hood is stained with chaw.

 

Step 1: Steal neighbor's wi-fi. Step 2: Conquer the world.

 

Back before pirates ruled the skies in their all too common Somali air ships, they dominated the seven C’s: computers, coding, credit card stealing, communicating, clavier, cracking and, who could forget, chat room conversation. Mastery of these disciplines have allowed pirates to swashbuckle passed secure server logins right into the Paypal and eharmony accounts of hundreds of dozens of lonely subscribers. Although illicit, this behavior has increased demand of the spoils. Shared files, credit card info, music and copious bandwidths of porn have spread faster than swine flu. Technically, this pirated information exists in principle so it’s hard to say who “owns” the media. It’s a barter system of copying and sharing rather than stealing. That Chingy song you just downloaded, is merely a digital copy that lets you listen to a sh*tty rap song but you can hardly take it with you. Even so, this kind of piracy seems pretty f*cking bad. But is it? The answer is no. Here, then, are ten reasons Internet piracy is great:

10.) It’s not real piracy if there are no cannons.

9.) Nobody has really been in harm’s way from foul play in cyberspace since Sandra Bullock in The Net or those dead Craigslist hookers. Both of which I now possess.

8.) Like Costco, everyday on the interwebs is a sample day.

7.) ”Open source, dude!” – Favra, the Chinese Super Troopers.

6.) Why buy the Apple when you can get the whole Android for free?

5.) People won’t get hurt if, like the Supreme Court, you consider faceless corporations to be people.

4.) I’m not going to use my credit card number to buy from Amazon when I know it’ll just get hacked and stolen.

3.) Any responsible company will protect you from your own negligence…right?

2.) If they were in it for the money, they wouldn’t be artists.

~and, finally~

1.) Withholding information because of economic barriers creates a class of second rate citizens. Knowledge, not money, is power…look it up.

 

If He wins it all, there will definitely be a second coming ;)

Like the Virgin Mary, Josh McDaniels existed for one reason: Bring the Messiah to the Denver Broncos. Despite what the players on the defensive side of the ball say, Tim Tebow is the second coming of the Lord and the sole proprietor of continued victory in the Mile High City. After starting the 2011 season a dismal 1-4, He rode in on a glorious white horse named Thunder and usurped the evil force that was Kyle Orton’s drunken neck beard only to save a struggling spread offense with the quarterback draw, wildcat option and, ever impressive, victory formation. Field kick after field kick, stand after defensive stand, punt after punt, Tim Tebow carried the weight of his lackadaisical brethren through the belly of the beast and emerged as a playoff contender. Through the adversity and grit, the holy son was born (again)! Glory, glory Tebolujah! Here, then, are 10 reasons that Tim Tebow is the Messiah:

10.) Chuck Norris prays to the sweet baby Tebow.

9.) More people tuned in to watch Tim Tebow thwart the Pittsburgh Steelers than to watch Ross confess his love for Rachel on the finale of Friends.

8.) Matt Prater points at Tim Tebow after every game winning field goal.

7.) Tim Tebow has strength enough to carry twenty-one full grown men.

6.) His capstone project at the Holy University of Florida was writing the Newest Testament.

5.) After winning the Heisman Trophy, He smelted it because of its false likeness to Him.

4.) Taking the job in the Mile High City was a ploy to be closer to home.

3.) Future generations will speak of a Promise Land not of milk and honey, but of hilarious beer commercials in a place called Indiana.

2.) Kneeling pads have been installed at Sports Authority Field for more Tebowing.

~and, finally~

1.) He died on the cross for our wins.

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