To a lesser degree, I also rejoiced to recover two fragments of a comic monologue I have been composing on scraps of paper during my nomadic wanderings of the past eight years. The following bit, for example, continues to develop the character of the drunken redneck introduced earlier in this thread. It's not autobiographical humor, mind you; I've never been married. I just thought the humor of it worked with the character I was creating.
I don't remember the last time my wife and I made love. The reason is simple: I was drunk at the time.Of a more recent vintage is this bit, which may either have been part of a two-character sketch or, again, a fragment of my redneck character's ruminations:
And the time before that. And the time before that. In fact, I may never have spent a sober night with her. It isn't that I need alcohol to find her attractive... but it sure helps.
She's a drinker too. Our relationship is practically based on the drink. In fact, we registered our wedding at the liquor store.
UNCLE: Where have you been? I expected you an hour ago.OK, so I'm not quite ready to write for Saturday Night Live. But it's a start, eh?
NEPHEW: I got lost on the way here. Been driving around the neighborhood.
UNCLE: What about the directions I gave you? Didn't I tell you to turn left at the swimming pool?
NEPHEW: I didn't see a swimming pool.
UNCLE: It's right over there, see?
NEPHEW: Well, it's kinda hard to see it with that big water-slide standing in front of it.
UNCLE (smacking the nephew upside the head): Where did you think the water-slide leads to? A cement slab? A pit full of sharpened stakes?