Ben Newell

Notes for Open Mic Comedy Night Found in the Gutter



I
dig skinny chicks.

Really
skinny.

No
strip club
for me.

I get my kicks

at the
holocaust museum.

__

Opened my mailbox
to find
a speeding ticket.

Traffic camera
caught me doing
65 in a 35.

I got
off easy.

There was
a dead hooker
in my trunk.

___

“You’re so fine,”
I told her, “I would eat
the peanuts from your shit.”

“Your place
or mine?” she said.

They weren’t
all that bad.

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