Just before midnight on November first, Bob Singer posed the question, “Why couldn’t the foot fetishist talk to his wife after s*x?” And the answer was given: “He got off on the wrong foot.”
A few laughs rippled through the audience of the Comedy Shack.
“I changed my first diaper the other day. You know hard it was to lift my grandpa onto that changing station in the Walmart bathroom? Folks, I swear, it was ridiculous.”
A couple of laughs. Not as many as he hoped for, but not a total loss.
He paced the stage, microphone positioned just below his chin. “I almost became a skeptic, but I was unsure about it.”
Nothing. Not one laugh. Too high brow, he thought. He moved on.
Too high brow“You know, I flooded my engine the other day,” he said. “Got drunk and drove into a lake.” A few chuckl
