|Posted by briantshirley on October 19, 2009 at 11:44 PM|
Waaaaay before I ever thougt of becoming a comedian, I was a young kid living in Marietta, Ga. Right off Powder Springs Rd. in Belemede condos. We lived in a two story apartment, and that's important to remeber for this short tale. At some point my mom bought me and my brother a joke book. Yes, she new we were smart alecs and did it anyway. Well one day my mom or my stepdad (most likely him) made a really lame joke and I said " Hey, you know there's a joke book upstairs". That was it. Anytime anybody said something they thought might be funny and wasn't, they were told about the joke book upstairs. Even people like my grandparents, my uncle or friends that didn't even know the joke book existed were told about the second floor publication as soon as they tried to be funny. I have to admit we were pretty relentless. This slam lasts even to this day in my family and I live in a single level apartment. My mother would have to say the joke book was on the roof as she lives on the top floor of her complex! I'm just worried that now that I have written my own joke book that A) It will be put upstairs. B) If somebody reads something in it that they don't think is funny they will to put it downstairs, or C) Someone will read this post, see me on stage and if I say something that bombs they will inform me that "THERE'S A JOKE BOOK UPSTAIRS"!