If I were a bad black comic I would name my special, Yo mama, and other stories of a lack of self awareness.
If procrastination were a marketable skill, I'd be a real hot commodity.
Many television weather-women were one abusive parent away from prostitution.
Why hasn't anyone opened a night club named 'No Drugs Allowed, Wink, Wink'?
Anyone who says I would never hit a woman hasn't met my x girlfriend.
It's difficult to feel silly and depressed at the same time, but I manage.