I’m the guest on next week’s Upload With Shaquille Oneal (Thursday March 7th, 10pm, TruTV)! It’s a comedy show about the internet and being a huge basketball player or whatever,
Spoiler alert, Shaq likes me.
I’m the guest on next week’s Upload With Shaquille Oneal (Thursday March 7th, 10pm, TruTV)! It’s a comedy show about the internet and being a huge basketball player or whatever,
Spoiler alert, Shaq likes me.

Simple. Masculine. GOOD. You can do this.
A few weeks ago my friends and I went to a party at a guy’s house. This dude and his friends were very cute and funny, with great arms and taste in music – AND YET upon walking into their apartment my pussy dried up and left. It put on it’s little pussy hat and coat and hailed a cab and I haven’t seen it since (so thanks a lot, Kevin.) Why? That place was awful. That kind of apartment is pretty bad when you’re 25 – once you hit 30 it is a complete vagina repellant.
DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU, GUYS. Don’t wait for a lady to come into your life and fix your apartment. Any girl who is attracted to you and your apartment in it’s current state is attracted to you either because she wants to “fix” you, or because she needs a new place to leave her old syringes and tufts of hair. You don’t want either.
So here is an easy little checklist to start getting your place in order:
Ok! Now you can get a pet! You don’t have to get throw pillows – that is the type of thing you can leave up to the girlfriend. She’ll like that.
Photo via ApartmentTherapy
Okay! You’re stranded on a desert island, what top picks do you bring with you?
Book: What!? How did I get on an island? What happened to me??
Album: ALBUM? Fuck you. Is there a stereo on this island? Can it be converted to broadcast? Who am I kidding, I wouldn’t know how to do that if I tried. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???
Magazine: Jesus, I don’t know, whatever is biggest. It’s going to get dark eventually and I’ll need to burn something to stay warm…and keep the animals away. Oh Christ, I am going to die.
Kitchen Appliance: KITCHEN APPLIANCE??? Isn’t that defined by being in a KITCHEN? Fuck, fine. Ok, an ax. You know, a kitchen ax. GO WITH ME HERE, I AM TRYING TO SURVIVE.
Movie: Do you mean DVD? I guess Dirty Dancing, I don’t think I’d get sick of that…. WHY AM I ANSWERING THIS?? Get me off this fucking island!
TV Show: That – that doesn’t make any sense. Again, do you mean DVDs? What am I watching this stuff on? WHO ARE YOU?? WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME QUESTIONS INSTEAD OF HELPING ME???
Cupcake: Okay. I get it. This is some kind of fucked up “Saw” thing. You are trying to break me.
Make-Up: WHATEVER I CAN DRINK. FUCK YOU, YOU MONSTER.
As a professional comedian, I am frequently asked to “say something funny”. You know, like how architects are always asked to “draw something buildingy” at parties. Like how people are always saying “real quick – remove my moles!” to doctors at movie theaters? No? That doesn’t happen? Hm. Weird.
Last week – as I was being wheeled into surgery*, on a gurney, in a hospital gown with a goddamn IV in my arm – my doctor demanded I say something funny to the nurse. “Go ahead! She’s a comedian – she’s really funny. Do a joke.”
Because it is scary to be in a hospital with a bunch of strangers about to knock you out and poke around inside of you, I was not feeling “hilarious”. So I replied, “Oh, I don’t know. I’m kind of off the clock right now.”
You would think I had just said “Eat a dick, Whitey.” And I kind of wish I had.
“Uh! Whuh! Well, I met Sarah Silverman the other day, and SHE would have told a joke when I asked.”
“Sorry. I guess you should operate on Sarah Silverman then?” The nurse laughed. “And I just made your nurse laugh, so I guess I did say something funny.”
So what I am saying is that I probably have a fork sewn into my intestines now.
*Don’t worry about it. Same old broken gut, nothing too bad.
Ya’ll know how I love a good internet project!
My newest is called We Pretty Ugly – the prettiest ladies making the ugliest faces. 

I know, fellas – It’s pretty tricky to figure out how to approach a lady. Even more so online. What do you say?! How much? When? WHY WONT SHE JUST COME OVER AND LOOK AT YOUR DOG AND PENIS?????? Well, as a lady, I have gotten more than a few emails from men online. Based on the emails I have received, here are a few tips for crafting yours:
Here is a tiny adorable clip of my horrible offensive stand-up: