I Used To Write Things Out Beforehand.

If You See Me At A Restaurant, Blow Me A Kiss, Wave, Blow Me Another Kiss, Then Walk Five Steps Backward.

I Mean, I've Had Bartenders And Waiters And Waitresses Make A Comment About A Joke Of Mine, Like Pointing Out Some Sort Of Logic Error Or Something That I've Never Even Thought About, And They're Right.

You Come There And Hang Out And Have A Drink Before The Show And Eat, So It's Not That Brutal. It's Only $6.

I Like Cilantro, But You Don't Have To.

Only Lately, Like Within The Last Few Years, Have I Had People Actually Do An Impression Of Me To Me, Which Weirds Me Out To Think Of What They Have Picked Up On, Without Ever Realizing It Myself