I always make the joke that I go home, to one of my homes, to go and do laundry so I can go on the road again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People ask me where I go to get away, and I say 'Home.'
Someone said to me at a party once, 'Oh, yeah, you're a comedian? Then how come you're not funny now?' And I just wanted to say, 'Well, I'm just going to take this conversation we're having and then repeat that to strangers, and then that's the joke. You're the joke later.'
I go to work, and think 'wow, they pay me for this', and I go home.
My whole life, I've been telling jokes.
I am constantly the butt of jokes.
I'm terrible at practical jokes. I do them too well, so they're not funny. I end up saying, 'Oh, no, I'm joking, I'm joking.'
I've had times where I've joked, like, 'I'm going to move to Vermont and become a painter.' And sometimes that joke felt like, 'Oh that's a good idea.' But it was only, like, a daydream for a moment to, like, escape.
I'm funny at home too, but not deliberately. My wife is usually laughing at me rather than with me.
I don't get up, get dressed, go out, and think, 'Okay, I gotta find eight jokes.'
It's not a joke: I really do like being at home.