I hate bringer shows. I vowed three months ago that I wouldn’t do any more bringer shows. Still, Wednesday night, I found myself at New York Comedy Club dying a slow death. So it feels appropriate to be posting onto a blog that looks like my vision of heaven (which has been heavily influenced by the flash of white when the body-of-the-week dies at the beginning of Six Feet Under).
(UPDATE: Rick has fixed the code. Now it looks like the establishing shot in a feminine hygeine product commercial. I kid! I kid!)