It is easy to make people laugh unless they suffer from aphonogelia (I'll wait while you google that (if you didn't need to just carry on reading stop wanting constant praise I am not your father I refuse to sublimate that hole in your life) while I create a parentheses-inception or parenception) you would think. But I'm finding it exceptionally difficult though I have had the odd giggle I'm mostly greeted with the sort of sound you make when an elderly relative starts a sentence with "The problem with the kids nowadays..." then goes on to claim personal credit for beating the Nazis when we all know that was Silvester Stallone in Escape to Victory. This is obviously not the reaction I crave, simply put I need more practise I can't imagine this is going to turn out like the Scottish individual that was assaulting a dead sheep and on being discovered by his wife, mumbled something unintelligibly in half hiccuped whiskey breath "Haggis" to which his wife believing her man to be dabbling in pre-molecular gastronomic Heston Blumenthalism and not a man with a predilection for bestial necrophilia cooked it and a national dish was born. I have to work hard at being silly if I want to whimsy I have to work which is where I find a sharp disconnect, whenever I memorise a joke it stops being funny personally I lose faith in it and generally it falls into my 'That's shit' pile; which as you might have guessed is rather large.
So how does one retain spontaneity and have a well drilled gig... I have been working through the possibilities and its not to go up on stage without preparation, a twenty minutes set and hope your love of language and poetry get you through; that's a cocktail for being heckled by everyone in a venue till you cry a little and go home. Nor is it wise to think telling poetry to a room full of people at your first gig at a real comedy night, that my little cream puff gets you gonged off after 3;20 (the times of your failures will stick to you like the Bog of Eternal Stench offa-the Labyrinth; you know the one that David Bowie's cock keeps threatening to throw the dwarf with the huge head into) but the way to do it wrong the most or indeed the wrongerist is to insult the compare because he gets your name wrong, that leads to nine seconds of soul numbing horror, room full of people laughing at you and a long walk to your chair alone in a state close to rage but more akin to desolation.
If you are thinking of doing stand-up don't be put off you get to enjoy free comedy and a massive adrenaline boosts, I am going to carry on being rubbish for a long time because I don't have funny bones but I love laughter and I am determined to make all the people who mocked me laugh at me. Profound.
Door bells were invented because people were sick of knock knock jokes.
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What do you call an octopus that wants to have sex with it's mother; Oedipus
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