We’re just over half-way through the show now - and boy is it tiring. It’s also definately not easy when you have a sore throat. Audience feedback so far has been great - some people have even described it as one of the funniest comedies they’ve ever seen.

Saturday night is virtually sold out now - so looks like Friday’s performance (i.e. tonights!) is your final chance to come see it if you haven’t booked those tickets yet.

Once this show is done I’ll finally be able to get back to posting on this website. It’s gotten to the point that loads is happening but I just don’t get the chance to write about it, and by the time I can it either just doesn’t seem relevant anymore or I’ve just forgotten about it. Although calling something irrelevant isn’t much of an excuse - as half of this stuff isn’t relevant to anything. Like last night when I told a girl that I wouldn’t mind having a chimpanzee called Jack to play ping-pong with. I think that was in response to “What time is it?” Actually - that might have been me asking the time.

Okay, now I’m worried that I just followed up one of my own questions immediately with the whole chimpanzee thing. No wonder she looked confused. And possibly scared. It’s a good job that I’m not interested in her in that way (especially as she’s only in Year 10). She’s a student at the school I work at. I don’t think I’m allowed to scare students with my random thoughts. Random. Random. RANDOM-RANDOM-RANDOM! I like the word random. It’s like “Dom ran”, but backwards. I wonder why Dom is running backwards - and what he’s running away from? I bet it’s a tiger! Tigers are the kind of animals that if you were being chased by you’d want to run to save your life, but at the same time it would be awesome to watch a tiger hunting you down. By running backwards you get the best of both worlds - you get to run away and witness your own demise as it pounces at you!

Poor Dom. He shall be greatly missed.

You know the phrase “I know this place like the back of my hand”? - I wonder if tigers know places like their stripes. In which case, I think it would be really funny to paint all its orange stripes black, and all its black stripes orange just to confuse it. Then the next time it goes to lick its paws it’ll freak out and cry “MOTHER!” which would be impressive because incase you didn’t know - tigers can’t talk. But my guess is that the paint fumes could do that to a tiger.

People can talk though. Lots of people talk. Some people even make other people do stupid things that they don’t really want to do. Like buying leather pants. To one man, they were a big mistake. And people started to bid on that mistake.

Check out this hilarious eBay listing for Brian Sack’s Leather Pants.
(you can reach the description here as well, if the eBay link has been taken down)

And if that wasn’t funny - for anyone who has ever been in some form of Technical Support role, you should check out Jeb’s Jobs. It’s a 3D animated short that is being pitched to the BBC - and could end up being turned into a TV series. I sure hope the little sausage man makes it.

Talking of little men, there’s 3 of them outside my office window. No wait, five of them. No six. WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY ALL COMING FROM?!? There’s 8 of them now. And they all have laminated paper and pens. Half of them have gone into a bush. Okay, now the other half have run away quickly. The four that went into the bush are now emerging. From the kids mannerisms, it looks like one of them’s farted. I think we should have a school tiger that we can unleash upon the students - in a whole Mr Burns manner.

“Release the hounds!”

I wonder how a tiger would react if it was painted black and white like a zebra?

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