A bunch of my coworkers kept telling me they were going to come to last night's show at the FunnyBone. When I got to Starbucks, I learned that St. Louis Magazine (or some St. Louis magazine) was doing an article on the show. So I was kind of excited, because I was hoping to get some sort of exposure. Well, I only had three coworkers show up, so I didn't get on stage. My friends stayed for the show and afterwards we wound up at the Back Street Jazz and Blues club, where we sang karaoke. Yesterday morning, my brother's car got broken into. That's not cool, but I feel it it my job as a comedian to say that parked next to his BMW was my 1996 Corolla. Untouched. Looks like my home-made security system of Mcdonald's Wrappers and potting soil just kicked the crap out of his Kobra Kai Auto Security System. I'm pretty sure my doors were unlocked too...
Folks lining up outside just to get down
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