Me: 🙂
Brain: Problem!
Me: Huh?
Brain: SUDDEN UNEXPECTED PROBLEM!!!
Me: Uh oh
Temporary Solution: yo
Brain: Problem solved!
Me: Phew, that was stressful.
Brain: Erasing memory of problem in 3.. 2..
Me: 🙂

Dear Brian Posehn,
I saw a standup show of yours several years ago at the (now closed) Comedy Mix in Vancouver, BC. You likely remember me from our brief interaction where I asked about "3 South" getting a proper dvd/bluray release. I don't remember much of the set, but I do remember laughing a lot.

Sometimes tomorrow needs to wait a few days.

Do other animals ever bite their lip or tongue or the inside of their cheek? Especially goats and cows and animals that do that side-to-side chewin'. I have a hard enough time with regular chewin', apparently. If I had to do that fancy side chew that I'd probably look like the joker by now.

When I die, pack my coffin with vanilla ice cream and fill my grave with root beer. Once I'm lowered in, attach a big straw and everyone gets to take a sip. My treat, from the afterlife.

Why is it that when someone asks me certain kinds of questions, it's like I've just had my memory erased? "What are some of your favorite songs?", "Seen any good movies lately?", "Have you eaten today?". Impossible to answer on the spot. I need at least a days notice, and a "phone a friend" option.

I get anxious about the possibility of having to disrobe for a doctor or nurse. I try and tell myself that they've probably seen worse ..but what if they haven't? What if I'm the one they bring up with their medical buddies when they're trying to gross each other out? Maybe that's narcissistic of me

Anyone else craft little inside joke props for friends that you lost contact with after highschool with the hope that you might run into them randomly and give it to them by pretending they dropped it and they don't recognize you but later they realize the joke and it's weird but also kinda funny?