Last night I went to see ‘Ten Pound Badger,’ an improv group featuring (among others) one of my ex-coworkers from Common Networks.
“We do have a replica available, but I'm afraid we don’t have Einstein’s actual head in stock at the moment.”
“Of course I changed color, I’m a chameleon! It’s what I do!”
“Can’t you let me know in advance what color you’re going to be? I need some routine in my life!”
“Oh, now look what you’ve done! I’m so mad I’m turning red!”
Passerby: “Oh, good, it’s a doctor who fixes people!”
Doctor: “What’s the matter?”
Passerby: “It’s his foot!”
Doctor: (After examining the affected area.) “You’re right, that is his foot.”
“I thought you were a mistake…but maybe that was a mistake.”
“I ran for Miss Dirt. I worked my way all the way up from Miss Dirt to Miss Steak—and now it’s all going to be taken away from me? What will the USDA say?!”
“What do you see in the mirage?”
“I see… moldy cheese?”
“That means you’re ready for a new stage in life.”
“Yes! I want to be more than skim milk—I want to be whole!”
Bravo!
