Gay Whales, Boar Ladies, and Balls That Breaks Your Face.
Smell Your Farts, Ma. Don't Blame Them On The Dog.
Forget about AI. The 87 year old Bertie May became self aware on this one.
We prepped. Which was a mistake. Our off the cuff banter became an agenda competiton. Mine, trying to force in the jokes I had prepared, Ma’s, trying to be cute, caring and clever. Our typical banter ruined by pre show notes. Lesson learned.
Maybe you will feel different. We have all been congratulated for work we felt was sub par while having our most genius moments go unnoticed. So, what the hell do I know? What I do know is we had to scrap our first thirty minute take for the one that is above. It’s better, but only because a third take sounded like torture.
Ma said, “Maybe we skip this one. We will try again latter.” No, Ma. We don’t skip. We apologize for the farts. We don’t blame them on the dog. Smell your farts, Ma. In proud, loud voices, let them know, “That burning in your nostrils is us! WE did that!”
Onward to six…
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