The sweltering, swampy heat is doing its best to ruin the glory of summer in Chicago.
We're here at the first post since switching from weekly to monthly, and I have to say, it's good to be back!
It can't be too long, it can't be too sad, and it definitely shouldn't be written and performed by a guy that's going to be in prison for the next 30 years.
They say a drunk audience is a comedian's best friend, but they also say that it's possible to have too much of a good thing.
A needy cat and a daughter that just found out she can leave her room on her own do not make for a good sleep schedule.
When the wife's away, the dads and daughters will play!
Seriously, this is the first one ever, kind of a big moment.
