Category: my inner comedienne

My Inner Comedienne’s Death by Budget

I find my Inner Comedienne laid out in mortuary fashion atop my toothbrush, holding a sad plastic lily in her hands. Each of her closed eyelids is painted with a comedic “x”, by which I deduce she is either sleeping or dead. It’s late, and, to be quite honest, I haven’t seen her […]

My Inner Comedienne Gets Piste Off

No sooner had I opened the kitchen door than she was there, leaning a commedically large ski gloved hand against the front of my refrigerator. “Just vhere do you sink you ah govink?” she demands. I lift my brows at her newly-acquired accent, sounding as she does like the […]