Where I Got My Sense Of Humor

After every show, there’s always one person who asks me that question. In the beginning of my career I had no idea how to answer since didn’t my sense of humor just come from me? Modest, over-achieving, genius me? Humble, fabulous, fashion-plated me? Outrageous, over-accessorized, well, you get the idea.

But over time, I’ve gathered enough irrefutable evidence to prove I was wrong. Here’s who I got it from:

My Dad, aka Colonel Sarcastic. The man had access to firearms.

Dad trying to strangle his 4th wife with his eyes closed. Surprisingly, he failed.

His 75th surprise birthday. I was sure he wouldn’t get up when the belly dancer asked him to so I tossed back a hundred cocktails waiting for him to fall down. He didn’t, but later, I did. Shut up.

Dad wearing his fascinator, in case he got invited to a royal wedding in the UK.

No one supported my career more than my Dad. The first time he saw me do comedy, he was so nervous he had 5 bourbons in a row waiting for me to take the stage. And he wasn’t even drunk.

Neither of us remembered that night. But for much different reasons.

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