Sit-Down Comedy: Transmission One
Observations Without Answers | Curtis Winkelmann
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Sit-Down Comedy, Transmission One:
I never know whether or not to like those Instagram posts that declare someone famous has died. Because it’s like, am I showing support for the person, or their death? Can we all agree on what this means please. Would like to publicly show my grieving for the people I love — or my hatred for those who can rot in hell.
What is it about someone commenting on the beauty of something you own that makes you strongly suspect they’re soon going to steal it?
YouTube is becoming a space where really jacked guys react to how much protein other really jacked guys think is good for you.
Why do most modern musicians release their art with threats? — “I told you I wasn’t fucking finished yet. You’re not ready for this shit. Want this to stop? It won’t. Ever!”
And So, What Are You Supposed To Be?
A grown man around the age of twenty-five walking into a room full of his friends in a homemade Halloween costume that has really gone the distance in terms of little makeshift details (eg. Very small sword constructed out of tin-foil, eyepatch with skull and cross bones drawn on using Tipp-Ex, sister’s stuffed parrot toy stitched to shoulder and propped up by copper wiring salvaged from old TV remote), shrugging his shoulders and saying “Ta-da?” Clearly proud but trying to hide it. Totally blind to the fact that his parrot is beginning to droop a little bit to the left. Beaming with an expression that insinuates the coy sentence: “Well, so, how do I look?”
People who review sandwiches online and open it up to show you the fillings inside are cretins. Don’t open it up. That’s like when someone shows you their bare ass and then decides to part the cheeks. It goes from fun to fuck sake real fast.
Dwayne The Rock Johnson’s Search History:
Fifuriereiekwejrttttttiwkfft.
Hey Siri, look up massive computer keyboard for really massive man.
Slippers for massive, and I mean really fucking massive, man.
Toothbrush the size of a garden broom.
Socks the size of sleeping bags.
Leather jacket for two gorillas stacked on top of one another (red).
Hey Siri, switch to incognito mode.
Hey Siri, look up condoms made from airport windsocks.
Curtis Winkelmann
Curtis Winkelmann is an eight-foot tall Marmaduke from the darker side of the Galaxy. He currently resides in Cleveland, Ohio, with his wife and three children.
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I was listening to the audio of this and when it came to the rocks search history the ‘Hey Siri’ started to activate my own Siri and googled condoms made from airport windsocks. Unbelievable