It's come to this

I must have really run out of an audience for my stand-up act, because I found myself telling one of my Michael Jackson jokes to my mom, of all people. She laughed.

What does Michael Jackson like about twenty eight year olds?
The fact that there are 20 of them.

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There's something apocalyptic about this place. I used to get nosebleeds every day back when I was in high school. When I went to college, they stopped immediately. Now I'm here again; the air quality so dense with pollutants that my face is erupting in blood. Isn't that something like how the end of the world is supposed to look?

Or maybe I should just stop picking my nose.