I got back a little while ago from my first comedy club in SF with Naomi. There were three comedians, all who were pretty damn funny, even though some used the same cheap laugh tactics and sex jokes often employed. The most vulgar was this guy who reminded me slightly of Chris Farley, both in mannerisms and looks, and named his penis "The Truth".

"I don't think you can handle the truth. The truth hurts."

Ok, well it was a lot more funny if you were there. We got lost afterwards in the city, which is always fun. Another highlight of the weekend was going dancing with Abraham and some friends on Thurs. This hour of the night has barred my brain from coming up with any thoughts to insightful, but I am not in the mood to ponder life or anything like that anyways.