Me: *hears the familiar patter of stand-up* “Honey, who are you listening to?” Trina: “Uhhh, some guy? Joe?” Me: “...oh no.” Trina: “Joe Rogan? Friend of mine sent it to me.” Me: “Your brain-dead pot-smoking twenty-year old friend?” Trina: “Yeah! How’d you guess!”
LATER... Me: *hears the familiar patter of stand-up.* “...oh no. Honey, who’d your friend send this time?” Trina: “I’m not sure. It’s, uhh...Tom.” Me: “...Wilson? Segura? Dreesen? Myers? Allen? Cassidy?” Trina: “Tom Papa?” Me: “...I’m so glad this story had a happy ending.”