And Now For a Joke About Washing Machines....

The verdict is in. It's no longer a rumor that I'm funny. That means I really am, and I wasn't imagining it (shut up, everyone who knows me. haha...).

As Tom put it, I "broke my comedy maidenhead."

Sadly, I had no camcorder. Soo...what I'm going to do is go to an open mic soon and get that recorded for you guys...My dad did end up taking pictures though, so as soon as I get my hands on those I'll edit this post and add them. It was an insanely amazing feeling being up there, making people laugh. At the end I didn't want to stop, even though I had no material left. So...I was like "Uh, that's all I got. Thank you!"

I got many, many compliments, and most people liked this joke the most:

"A washing machine is like a giant, self-stirring pot of clothes soup, the perfect catering option for any goat gathering."

Sometimes vindication is really nice...and I think I'm addicted. I want to do this again, and soon. I need to start writing jokes seriously though, and not just as something I feel like doing once in a while.

No, I haven't decided I want to be a stand-up comedian instead of a novelist. It's just something else I can be good at; and that's never bad.