Ginko

I heard a person talking on the radio today about Evel Knievel. He's a legend. What I didn't realize is he used to rock a diamond encrusted walking stick that he filled with Wild Turkey. Something about the idea of this makes this dude immensleycooler in my mind.

One of the worst feelings I can have is that of thinking of a joke premise while drifting off to sleep, not writing it down, and then forgetting it by morning. Absolutely there are times when I record stuff that I think is hilarious while drifting off only to find that in a lucid state the next morning it makes no sense. But I still like to put it down so I can decide the next morning rather than have to wrack my brain for the funniest joke I've never written.