Humor

Humor

No one could accuse Fleming of tailoring his act to please a conventional audience. His stage attire lies somewhere between "androgynous hipster" and "clown," and his only criteria for a premise appears to be "What does my brain fixate on?" He expects his audience to keep up with any cultural reference his Massachusetts-born, millennial, Skidmore arts-graduate brain might make without ever stopping to explain what, say, "Gatsby-esque" might mean in the context of Bitmoji.

Welcome to Hecklers Welcome!, San Francisco's only stand-up show where you get to talk back. This is not your average comedy night-this is a full-blown verbal brawl, where comics come ready to spar and the audience gets a license to heckle. Got jokes? Bring 'em. Got beef? Air it. Think you're funnier than the pros? Talk back and find out.

Welcome to Hecklers Welcome!, San Francisco's only stand-up show where you get to talk back. This is not your average comedy night-this is a full-blown verbal brawl, where comics come ready to spar and the audience gets a license to heckle. Got jokes? Bring 'em. Got beef? Air it. Think you're funnier than the pros? Talk back and find out.

Get ready for the return of our "HellaSecret" comedy show in Oakland. A new series of pop-up live comedy shows at unique spots all across the bay. We'll take over a venue and you'll get notified of the secret location. This HellaSecret comedy show takes place in a secret bar and restaurant in Temescal that we've turned it into a pop-up comedy club.

He had already picked on me several times for laughing too loud, too readily (that wasn't even a joke, he chastised me at one point). I was trying hard to suppress my laughter to hold it in, to hold it back, to not fully express the joy I was feeling. I was being somewhat successful. And then I wasn't. Everyone in the audience was laughing but I was laughing too much.

Over the last two decades, 45-year-old library assistant John Takis has witnessed some of the most important events in modern U.S. history. He lived through the cyber paranoia of Y2K. He saw the violent, fiery destruction of the World Trade Center broadcast on television. He heard the American government loudly declare war on Iraq not once, but twice. None of these dark, confusing experiences of the early 2000s, however, could prepare him for one of the strangest - and maybe most maligned - pop culture artifacts in recent memory: the Dilberito.

Two years ago, we reported on the phenomenon of terrible names dads gave their children, including gems like Earldricka, April Fuel, and Beonsaa (pronounced "Beyoncé"). Gorgeous! Time has passed, but bad names stick forever. So, I'm rounding up more hilariously awful names people shared...this time, the ones both parents apparently agreed on. Enjoy (and pls don't get any ideas): 1. "I went to school with a guy named Justin Case."

From Yes Minister co-writer Jonathan Lynn comes I'm Sorry, Prime Minister - the final act between Jim Hacker and Sir Humphrey. Jim Hacker (Griff Rhys Jones) is back - older, no wiser, and still gloriously out of his depth. Dreaming of a peaceful retirement at Hacker College, Oxford, Jim instead collides with a very modern nightmare: being cancelled by the college committee.

Readers who saw my previous post will recall its focus on a recurring pattern of laughter and humor found during my deep dive into the humor of the Seinfeld series. I wondered why we tend to laugh at various things going into our bodies and tried to explain why we might be so inclined using the Mutual Vulnerability Theory of Laughter.

In another bumper year for the two comedians, Johnny 'Smacks' McMahon and Johnny B O'Brien, accounts show that post-tax profits at the pair's Big Ball Small Ball Productions Ltd totalled €281,253 for the 12 months to the end of April last. The post-tax profits resulted in accumulated profits at the company rising above €1m for the first time to reach €1.13m at the end of last April.

Dear Secretary Pete Hegseth, I realize that this is a big ask, but would you please invade and take possession of my son and daughter-in-law's apartment? Or maybe you'd like to make them an offer first? Either way, as a concerned mother and patriot who believes that national security begins at home, I feel it's my duty to let you know that Otis and Luna, the co-dictators of Unit 4-C, at 439 Bergen Street, in Park Slope, Brooklyn, must be overthrown.