Do you need a quality pomeranian?

Please visit my friends here, but remember that dogs don't have souls.

Yo Eleven!!

Mon Deuce!  11/11/11 must be my lucky day! A major local blog linked to my site, and reviewed my debut performance as "thought provoking." That's incredible, because when a comedian combines huge laughs with huge thoughts... anything is possible!


Best yet, this highly public praise for Lane Sperkus comes while The New Movement (which is not a laxative)  hosts the inaugural Hell Yes Comedy Fest. Then, to top it off, @Champsuperstar retwatted one of my witticisms to her thousands of followers this afternoon.


Friends: as the date aligns, so do the stars of my destiny.


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Web Traffic Stunami!

You just know that...

...somewhere out there there's a Penn St. fan whose dog, "JoePaws," likes to hump people's legs. No one cared till today, and now everyone involved feels gross.

What a great recipe!

Make comedy history, tonight!

Will be performing at La Nuit Comedy Theater tonight after 11pm! Join my revolution.

Timeless wisdom:

When in doubt... ... ... seduse!

Dune would have been a bigger hit at the box office if the worms were circumsised

just sayin.

Read my latest twat!

Here's the link.

Level one, bitches

Level one-- suck it!

Songs from my sponsors

Gotta pay the bills somehow!

Huge surge in viewership! Thanks, fans

"Louie, Louie... you're gonna die."

Matt Ruby (no relation to Jack) alerts us to this quote from Chuck Klosterman's post entitled Louie's Brilliant Second Season:

What’s so distinctly compelling about this season of Louie is how everyone seems to collectively realize that what C.K. is doing is not only cool, but also authentically artful and unnaturally profound. There’s no debate over its value because there’s no contradictory position to take. It’s not polarizing in any important way: If you’re watching this show, you intuitively know it's fantastic (and substantially unlike the way fantastic TV typically is)...

Right now, Louie is like the Beatles in ’66, or maybe Joe DiMaggio in ’41. These half-hour explorations are not just deftly written, but formally inventive....The level of insight and weirdness C.K. is jamming into these shows is flat-out unimpeachable, and I somehow get the sense that his entire audience is having the same experience as me. It’s a shared recognition of perfection, happening in the present tense...This is someone working on the most radical edge of mainstream culture and succeeding brilliantly without ever doing the same thing twice. There is no antecedent.

Billy Joel is guilty!

Guilty of singing "An Innocent Man," that is.





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