When they came for the Scientologists, I was silent- but now it’s serious. If they’ll attack established religions like the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster no one is safe!

If you don’t know what this video is referencing, you’ll want to watch the following:

This is the result of the camera-wielding talents of Mike Henderson, and a lot of beer/whiskey.

I was going to try and make this post seem somewhat serious, but that quickly became a task I wasn’t up to, given the amount of whiskey I’ve consumed and the time.

Originally, it was twice as long and devolved into even goofier drunken sadness. The gold tooth I have in the beginning ended up getting swallowed later on with a shot of maker’s, making Pastafarians also the authorities on intoxication. If for some ungodly reason there’s ever interest in the directors cut, it might show itself.

If you don’t know what this is referencing, watch this video:

This one went the best yet. The crowd laughed consistantly during the whole set & I had the most fun ever (don’t mind the noise- the camera is in a bad spot). I was tredding some dangerous ground but luckily it worked out. I definately have the best hobby ever.

What a blast. This one really felt great. The crowd was a little harder to please but they came along for the ride. At one point I was got caught by surprise- the place was full of Bush supporters (erie foreshadowing, huh?)

I’m starting to get my flow a bit, but for some reason I got a bit of stagefright so I took notes up with me. All new material again. Some of it I came up with that day, some on stage.

This was my third time doing stand-up. The Great Basin is the perfect place for an open mic nite. The crowd is laid back, ready to laugh and mostly drunk.

My *first time doing stand up! I was so terrified I was certain I’d soil myself. There’s a flat spot in the last third of the set where one of my jokes starts falling apart, but I had a blast. Almost won too- woot.