Last night, I "crushed" in front of seven people. Not seventy.Not seventeen.Seven. Humans. In chairs. Facing me. They weren’t even sitting together. One table was celebrating a divorce. One guy…
Here’s a fun one I’m taking to open mic tonight.It started with a simple, true premise:“I hate that I need coffee every morning.”I handed that to my custom AI joke…
I’m there to speak to union members about Medicaid. Between the podium and the audience is ten yards of open space. Like a first down marker for awkwardness.The last speaker…
