I cant ever do standup because I know the moment i do it’ll he like the avatar with echoes from the past of every generic white boy and jerry Seinfeld will step from the mist and put his hand on my shoulder and solemnly with a twinkle in his eye he’ll hand me the mic and say
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑?














