Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Jack Bauer attempts to get a haircut in 24 minutes

Do you take walk-ins?


I don't have a lot of time so I'll make this quick. I'm federal agent Jack Bauer. I have to attend a wedding which takes place in less than 47 minutes. My wife has forced me here to get a haircut before that happens. I need you to cut my hair as fast as you can or my wife will be humiliated in front of hundreds of people.


Shut up lady, I don't care if you were in line in front of me. This is a matter of national security. The wedding is in a church twenty minutes from here. That leaves us exactly 24 minutes for you to clean up around the ears and take a little bit off the top. Can you do that? Please. I don't know what else to do. Thank you.


Just take a quarter inch off the top. Fine. Good. Why are you using the scissors? Just use the god damn buzzer thingy, we don't have a lot of time! I'm sorry for yelling. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now.


Quiet ma'am! Don't distract her! You can talk about your damn cat when this is all over. We have to focus on one thing. Me getting a haircut. That's the only thing that's important right now.


Square or round? What kind of question is that? It's 1:34. We're running out of time!


I don't want to hurt you, but I need you to do exactly as I say. Now just take the razor out of the astringent and shave the back of my head. No, I don't need any shaving cream. Just do it!


Now, take off this smock and step away, slowly. No, I don't want to wash out the cut hair, my suit is blond. It will blend in.


How much do I owe you? What? 20 dollars for just a trim? That's ridiculous. Here, take it. It's just one of the many sacrifices I make on a daily basis. No, keep it. That's yours.


We did it. The problem is neutralized. My wife is appeased. Thank you for all your hard work today. We couldn't have stopped this disaster without the contributions from each and every one of you. Thank you.


Jack steps out and the hair salon blows up.

Jack Bauer attempts to get a haircut in 24 minutes

Do you take walk-ins?


I don't have a lot of time so I'll make this quick. I'm federal agent Jack Bauer. I have to attend a wedding which takes place in less than 47 minutes. My wife has forced me here to get a haircut before that happens. I need you to cut my hair as fast as you can or my wife will be humiliated in front of hundreds of people.


Shut up lady, I don't care if you were in line in front of me. This is a matter of national security. The wedding is in a church twenty minutes from here. That leaves us exactly 24 minutes for you to clean up around the ears and take a little bit off the top. Can you do that? Please. I don't know what else to do. Thank you.


Just take a quarter inch off the top. Fine. Good. Why are you using the scissors? Just use the god damn buzzer thingy, we don't have a lot of time! I'm sorry for yelling. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now.


Quiet ma'am! Don't distract her! You can talk about your damn cat when this is all over. We have to focus on one thing. Me getting a haircut. That's the only thing that's important right now.


Square or round? What kind of question is that? It's 1:34. We're running out of time!


I don't want to hurt you, but I need you to do exactly as I say. Now just take the razor out of the astringent and shave the back of my head. No, I don't need any shaving cream. Just do it!


Now, take off this smock and step away, slowly. No, I don't want to wash out the cut hair, my suit is blond. It will blend in.


How much do I owe you? What? 20 dollars for just a trim? That's ridiculous. Here, take it. It's just one of the many sacrifices I make on a daily basis. No, keep it. That's yours.


We did it. The problem is neutralized. My wife is appeased. Thank you for all your hard work today. We couldn't have stopped this disaster without the contributions from each and every one of you. Thank you.


Jack steps out and the hair salon blows up.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

I am on drugs

I got a bunionectomy on Wednesday. Yeah. I'm a 70 year old woman. I know.

I'd love to say that I've got all kinds of wonderful pain-killers coursing through my thickened veins, but it's not really true. At first, all I had was some tylenol with trace amounts of codeine. But that crap didn't really cut the mustard. Now all I've got is crappy industrial strength ibuprofen. What the fuck happened? I thought when you got surgery you got crazy drugs like vicodine and morphine drips. What is this world coming to when the only prescription I get is for More Cowbell? Bullshit.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Greg at Gotham. Tuesday the 19th. One day before...

Armageddon.

Ok, so I’m not actually predicting a nuclear war decimating the entire human population of North America, nor am I say there will be a major outbreak of the Cordeila virus a la season 3 of 24 (how is Jack Bauer so angry that he can’t talk above a whisper?) No. I am just saying that shit might happen. It might be worldwide. Or it may local. Very local. It may actually be surgery on my left foot to remove a nasty case of bunions. I’m just saying it may be something like that.

So come on down to my favorite Comedy Club and help me celebrate my last days of freedom. I will not be able to grace a stage for the next couple of weeks/months so this is my last hurrah. And it will be a huzzah for all. I’ve got new jokes. All wonderfully hand-crafted and sold at Christmas Tree Shops around the greater New York Area. You’re going to love them. They are SO CUTE! And only $1.99!

  • When: Tuesday, September 19th, 2006, 8pm
  • Where: The NEW Gotham Comedy Club, 208 W. 23rd Street, bet. 7th and 8th
  • What: funny stuff
  • How: Call 212.367.9000 and make a reservation
  • How much: Cover charge is $12 with a 2 drink minimum.

Things you only see on a NYC subway

  • a supermodel-looking woman picking her nose
  • four smelly black man singing barbershop quartet-style
  • a group of teenagers wearing baseball caps backwards and droopy jeans speaking loudly to each other using a gansta form of american sign language (they were really deaf)
  • Dr. Zizmor
  • an old woman reading the bible sitting beside an old man reading the koran
  • a midget listening to his ipod mini