When I planned my wedding the first time, my ex-husband and I, we were both struggling comics. I had a TV show that had gotten cancelled. Basically, I rented a wedding gown; the reception hall smelled like feet.
That I would rather be in another business where a bad cold wouldn't put me out of work.
There's little kids on trains coming up to me, singing my theme song, and they can barely walk.
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