I just came home from working a Sunday evening catering shift.
Exhausted from losing my lake virginity the day before, where I drank bastardized versions of Wild Orchids, rode jet skis and made a very feeble attempt to water ski (note to self: close mouth and let go of rope), I soldiered through a shit ass'ed catering shift.
My shift involved setting up for some extreme German baptism party only to have a storm roll in and have to move slash lift eight foot tables (with place settings) from the backyard to their wrap-around porch.
Channel surfing away from the Olympics, I stumbled across the roast of Bob Saget. Saget is most known for his role on the TV show Full House or as the host of America's Funniest Home Videos.
I watched a few mediocre comics roast the man.
Then Cloris Leachman came on.
And killed it.
Oh and Don Rickles made an appearance.
Suddenly I remembered a recent late night informercial on Dean Martin's variety show.
I had just labored through trying to finished the Nick Tosches biography on Dino before my recent trip to the Jersey Shore.
I never made it to the finish before it was due at the place where one of my friends works. I didn't want to return it all full of sand and stained with suntan lotion. Plus it's one of those dense as fuck books that would demand more attention that I could possibly give at this juncture in time, so I pledge to myself I would purchase a copy and return to it when I could better digest the Crocetti family lore.
Here's a clip from informercial I recently saw and what I think comedy is all about.