I've got a pretty bad cold, my nose is all stopped up, and my throat is kind of scratchy. And the meds from Walgreen's aren't really pulling their weight. Regardless, Clayton said we were having a show last night at the Bistro, so I went. And I'm glad I did, we had a pretty big crowd; and for the most part I had fun on stage. I tried a couple of new jokes, but sadly the biggest cheer during my set came when someone made a 5-7 combo on the pool table behind the "audience". They probably didn't even call their shot...
Anyway, New Year's is coming up, and I've been thinking about a resolution to make; I mean I already gave up alcohol and cigarettes, so now I think I should get in shape. I don't want a trainer, weight gain supplements or protein bars; I need a workout montage. Just put on some sweet 80s song; see me do four push ups, a couple sit-ups, drinking raw eggs, some jump-roping, and then BUFF! Of course the last time I tried a montage was when my friends and I held a car wash to save the Drive-in. Maybe I should just watch less Television... I realized the other day that Donald Trump was 2 parents away from being Batman. Because if someone would have killed his parents outside a movie theater 50 years ago, he'd be fighting crime with a cape and some high-tech gadgets and he wouldn't be ruining my Thursday nights...
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
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