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Hmmm. I feel made tonight. What should we use as the meaning for the word made? As in, tired? Sexy? Fucked up? Well, more like, drunk? Nah, that wouldn't be a good one. How about, "Dude, I totally made tonight." That would mean getting some booty.
So the maid is buffing the tables. Then in walks her master. He walks right up to her and slaps her in the face. She curtsies nicely and says, "Thank you sir," and then leaves. His wife walks in, and asks to see his palm. She sees the red mark, kisses him, packs her bags, and leaves.
I'm strung up on ambition Bill Hader Saturday Night Live, all of these things. What am I really going after? Do I want to write for a living? Of course. Do I want to do it for the right reasons? Well, that remains to be seen, doesn't it?
Half a dozen eggs is half a dozen too many for me. I don't eat eggs. I find them difficult to make and even more difficult to keep. Also, getting things ready to make eggs to time consuming. I had a dream last night that I was writing a sketch about eggs. It was this woman from Brooklyn. She told her daughter that they didn't eat eggs in her house because they were vegetarians. Even the cat couldn't drink cow's milk.
I feel complete every time I write something amazing. It's kind of incredible, really, to think about the power of writing. This will be my first time doing this WebSite. I want to be funny, I want to be witty. I feel the most complete when I can write things that make people laugh. I want to laugh.