When you're in high school and you're in a play, things don't always go according to plan.
So, you walk on stage, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. Then the nerves start to kick in. You start to stutter and you forget your lines. By then end of Act I, you're feeling quite quesy. You can only hope not to throw-up on the first two rows.
Then when it ends and you take a standing ovation you hope you don't hear the cricket chirping.
And that's a good high school play.
My advice is to learn your lines and eat lightly before the show.
The Comedy Kid
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
How People React to Rancid Odors
Dad blames it on the dog.
Mom says "we don't have a dog."
The not so smart child thinks "when are we getting a dog?"
The housekeeper runs for the Fabreeze.
The cat grins, evilly thinking that his evil plan is working and the family is no closer to getting a dog.
Mom says "we don't have a dog."
The not so smart child thinks "when are we getting a dog?"
The housekeeper runs for the Fabreeze.
The cat grins, evilly thinking that his evil plan is working and the family is no closer to getting a dog.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Traffic Behavior
There are three main types of traffic behavior that we will review in this post. I will then tell you how I deal with traffic.
- The Moaners -- they sit in traffic and bang their heads on the steering wheel, screaming at other cars. When they are out of the traffic jam, they prance happily in their car which is just weird.
- The Fake Smilers -- they make an annoying fake smile. As a recurring theme, when the traffic ends, they pump up the music so load that your ears hurt.
- Finally, the Calm People -- they stay calm, cool and relaxed without a smile on their face. Unlike the others, they have a devious smile when the traffic ends. I don't trust the calm people.
Welcome to the Comedy Kid
Hello, my name is the comedy kid. For now, I will remain anonymous. But I will tell you my real name in a later post. The first post/routine I would like to do is about over protective parents. Now let's cut to the chase.
You're eating your bowl cereal and your mom is looking at the nutrition facts, she swipes the bowl away from you because it has too much sugar. Isn't sugar the point of cereal? That's what I thought.
Your dad puts post-it note on a helmet that you should wear it in gym class, like that wouldn't be embarrassing. No one needs a helmet to do gymnastics.
But your aunt never makes you wear a helmet and smothers you with sweets, that is why you love your aunt.
You're eating your bowl cereal and your mom is looking at the nutrition facts, she swipes the bowl away from you because it has too much sugar. Isn't sugar the point of cereal? That's what I thought.
Your dad puts post-it note on a helmet that you should wear it in gym class, like that wouldn't be embarrassing. No one needs a helmet to do gymnastics.
But your aunt never makes you wear a helmet and smothers you with sweets, that is why you love your aunt.
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