10th
New Life Plan
I’m thinking about starting a street gang made up entirely of comedians and writers. Under cover of night (and rubber masks of George Burns’s face), we will quip the humorless to death then zing their corpses while H. Jon Benjamin stands over them shirtless and sheds tears (ostensibly because you died, but no one will really be sure) and Eugene Mirman reads slogans he’s made up for shapes instead of last rites. Then we’ll all get blackout drunk while Jon Glaser tells everyone to fugeddaboutit. Leo Allen will create a TV show loosely based on the events of the evening. Resilient Rabbit will write about our exploits (I say “our” because I’m totally in the gang, maybe just as a mascot or Makeout Captain) and we’ll all be lauded for keeping the world happy during this awful spate of murder time.
Also, we won’t have colors - maybe a signature piece of jewelry or a “go to hell” sock.
And a winery. I think Todd Barry can help us get started with that part.
Okay, maybe just the winery.
