I just found a page in my notebook of “jokes” and it says this:
- The last weed you sold me made me really offensive. I couldn’t stop typing in all caps. Maury. NY
-Job-, Jizz, No GFs
-Autism Party- Ahh Mutants
Who here is afraid of black people?
I guess I really don’t know what to say other then when I Googled “Lena Dunham bmi” I saw that she’s a size 8. A SIZE 8?! I am a size 8!! The worst part is that this upsets me. I’m upset that I’m upset that we’re the same size, I really mean that. I wish I didn’t need to Google “Lena Dunham bmi” but I had to. I couldn’t do anything else today until I found out if she was (from a scientific standpoint) overweight. I feel like I have to stop making fat jokes completely. Also, I can’t tell if the show is a drama or a comedy. Either way it makes me feel too many fake emotions and I just think I should get a job but I don’t want to finish college.
YOU GUYSSSSSSS :((((((((((((((
I’m taking this blog in a new direction. Here’s a picture of me eating a flesh-colored Popsicle in my swimming clothes.
I’m going to add my “bio” to this for “career” purposes since this obviously has to be my official “head shot”.
“Mimi Vilmenay” is a stand-up comedian. She talks a lot about how much she hates her children because it’s relatable (most people hate children). She lived in Port-au-Prince, Haiti as a child and thinks she’s really special because of this. She loves her dogs and her boyfriend and hopes she never has to work that hard because she tires easily.
Why don’t you guys come watch me tell these jokes at Milk Bar on Haight st. tomorrow night? 8pm (maybe?) FREE
Cameron Vanini headlines (he’s funny!)
Things I txt the father of (one of) my children