Head cold extraction machine. I don't know if anyone else has had the experience, but you can catch a cold as it is falling out of your face and into your hand. You don't know what your own clear sinuses are until you've been tear gassed sufficiently
Looking back and realizing if I had a go-pro in the 1980's, I could have had today a money-making youtube channel by sheer virtue of being a Gen-X adolescent
Topics on my channel:
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Things I climbed, ages 11-13: Water towers, grain silos, railroad bridges, radio towers, 75' pine trees, old windmills, literally everything tall within miles of my house and usually clandestine
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In general job experience I had before 18: Could drive a tractor at 10, by the time I was 12 I could drive a boat, I could sail a small craft, I could drive any kind of ATV, I had done most jobs on a farm and would make a passable farm hand. I had my own spending money and started my vast music collection and purchased high end stereo equipment at a young age. Groundskeeper, butcher, I could fillet a fish, gut a hog, clean a deer, etc, I'd make a passable mechanic by 16 but would need training re transmissions
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Tricks performed successfully behind the wheel while drunk. Learning to drift, Batmans/Jake brake turns, etc. Tricks ...
I was married to a Scottish expat for 15 years, and during that time I became a great fan of Billy Connolly. I know he's very ethnic Scot and it might give you some problems understanding and relating, but I consider the guy one of the best voices in standup.
I got to meet Billy in NYC outside the Beacon during one of his last concert tours (Billy in New York). He was relaxed, warm to us, and spoke with us for nearly half an hour. I'm on the DVD, in the audience second row in a Celtic Football Club jersey alongside my wife, but I'm only visible for maybe a second of a crowd shot. It may have to do with half the room being in that same jersey or some variant and the commercial rights, if they swept over the crowd at all it'd look like a commercial for the Club.
This is one of his more storied bits, The Last Supper, but it all takes place in a Glasgow pub instead of Jerusalem/Mt Zion. You have to be on a certain wavelength, I think, but I consider it one of the finest examples of standup ...
