This routine will be the first to include anecdotes about ex-girlfriends (no one's being mentioned by name ladies, don't worry. All two of you out there).
I understand why comics refer to their wives/husbands so much.
We really shouldn't be together. We're too different.
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1 comment:
Not gonna lie, curiosity dictates that I ask you to record the show. :]
Good luck, p.s.
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