Micah Sherman |
Last night I had a dream about a magical pony. What do you think it means?
Well, I’d need more details in order to conduct an appropriate dream analysis here. Was this animal a wizard or just a horse that flew around on starry clouds? Did it have a horn sticking out of its head? Because that’s called a unicorn. Also, I’m a comedian, not a Freudian psychoanalyst. Get some help.
Boxers or briefs? How about boxers or cream cheese?
I wear boxers. I find them more comfortable on the genitals during everyday activities. I prefer cream cheese over a pair of boxers to spread on a bagel, however — I’d never coat my midsection with Philadelphia Light and then put my pants on. Does that answer the question?
If you were marooned on a desert island with three people, who would they be, and which one would you kill and eat first?
I’d say a person made of pizza, a person made of hamburgers, and Jesus Christ. I’d eat the hamburger guy first, then Jesus.
If Santa knocked on your door right now, what would you ask him for?
I’d ask him not to be such a stranger anymore.
Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret.
No, no, no. My name is Micah, not God. And isn’t your name Sara? Get some help, Sara.Micah Sherman | “Micah-Myq Club” at the Comedy Studio, Cambridge | January 3 + 10 | 617.661.6507
Topics:
Comedy
, Jesus Christ
