"Yes, And..."? More like "No, But...."
Perhaps my greatest failure as an improv comedian was my inability to make out with other failed improv comedians.
Perhaps my greatest failure as an improv comedian was my inability to make out with other failed improv comedians.
Just call me Mr. Softee. More accurately, call the ice cream truck guy that. Most accurately, don't call anyone that, as it is a fake name.
I just told a dancer to break legs, plural, at her next performance. It's at least twice the luck, maybe more, depending on how much pain she inflicts upon others.
"Don't take this the wrong way" is much easier to accept when it involves traffic patterns, but both versions can crush you.
Even my sink is disappointed that I'm staying home tonight:
The handle is the single, perfect tear.
Hot dogs, cuisine of the world's most eligible bachelors. (Not necessarily by choice.)
Everybody's got a hungry heart, but mine's clogged because it wants bacon.