Nom Nom Sour Hearts Nom Nom. Need a good chuckle today? Turn off the Adele and read on, peasants.
This one time… At OWU…I tried my hand at stand up as my senior project in an advanced speech and rhetoric class. Instead of stumbling upon a future career, all I did was make my classmates feel uncomfortable and drop a bunch of F bombs in front of my professor. I still got an A, bitches.
My attention-hungry self just can’t help it, y’all. Like Tinkerbell and Rachel Berry, I need applause to live. I also appreciate other scenery-chewing funny ladies. I found about this one waaaay too late, such genius:
This girl NAILS it (no pun intended):
I’d also like to point out I was waaay ahead of the curve on the whole Chelsea Handler craze before every chickenhead in the flyover states went out and bought the books, pretending to relate to having a thing for midgets. Liars.
But the most epic array of female comedy skill has got to be with The Comedy Central Roast of Pamela Anderson. My friends and family are so confused and semi-concerned as to why I love this damn thing so much, but I do. I own it. Between Sarah Silverman and Andy Dick and Tommy Lee and Courtney Love practically freebasing on stage, I just piddle myself every single time.
Warning: this is super vulgar. Lisa Lampanelli, I salute you…