Friday, February 11, 2005

Being an insult comic would be a really sweet gig. Think about it. All you have to do is make fun of glaring faults in other people. I know I'm not the only one who does this in his mind already. Its like walking in the mall, only without the bad mall music, the food court smell, and of course, crazed fanatical people looking to buy things. The best part is that's what you do. So if you insult people for a living, people realize this and don't get insulted. Its great! You can really tear into a good friend and he'll just think is part of an act. And the truth is, you've been thinking those things for years, you just haven't been able to say them because you'd lose a good friend.

Of course, being an insult comic would be a bad deal if you went on tour and landed in some place where the people were unable to be insulted. I know people like that, that no matter what you do, you can't find a good insult or joke to hit that person with. Its frustrating, and I dare say that an insult comic wouldn't only find it frustrating, but probably make him think about a new job.

Definitely. Maybe if you combined that field with say another. Like Insult Comic Psychiatrist. Or Insult Comic Waiter. Insult Comic Maid has already been done, ask Florence from The Jeffersons. I've been to the east side, and there are no apartments in the sky.

I wonder what other professions you could combine. . .

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