Posts Tagged "Childhood Comedy"

Binary Humor

Posted on Sep 19, 2011 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

I was terrified by my second birthday.  Because my age doubled, in one year.  I remember thinking, “Wow!  If this keeps up, by the time I’m 7, I’ll be 64.  And by the time I’m 8, I’ll be older than Grandpa.  And he has a funny smell.”

Hors’ de Overture

October 1, 2011 – Westerville American Legion Hall           393 East College Avenue – Westerville, Ohio 43081

Featuring the singularly strange comedy of Bob Simpson and numerous delicious Hors d’ Oeuvres and Dips

$15.00 ($10.00 if you visit and “like us”) at our facebook link at

http://on.fb.me/ogVoyi

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Comedic Poetry

Posted on Sep 11, 2011 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

One bright day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight.  Back to back, they faced each other.  Drew their swords and shot each other.  Deaf policeman heard the noise.  Came and shot the two dead boys.  If you don’t believe this story’s true, ask the blind man.  He saw it, too.

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Hors’ de Overture

October 1, 2011 – Westerville American Legion Hall           393 East College Avenue – Westerville, Ohio 43081

Featuring the singularly strange comedy of Bob Simpson and numerous delicious Hors d’ Oeuvres and Dips

$15.00 ($10.00 if you visit and “like us”) at our facebook link at

                                   http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bob-Simpson/180622015338462

Or contact us at (614) 891-7393 or info@funnymanbobsimpson.com

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Childhood Humor

Posted on Sep 7, 2011 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

I was born in the Capital of West Virginia – - – Newark, Ohio – - My father always said there were two kinds of people in Newark, Ohio – - – People from West Virginia – - – And liars – - – If your doctor ever tells you that you only have six months to live – - – Pack up everything you have and move to Newark, Ohio – - -Because every day in Newark is like a stinkin’ eternity! – - – I wouldn’t say that Newark is the end of the world – - – But you can sure see it from there – - – My parents actually moved from the hills of West Virginia to Newark – - Because they wanted to relocate – - – Without having to experience any cultural changes – - – Newark was a tough town when I was a kid – - – If you lived to be 18, they shot you for being a coward.

October 1, 2011 – Westerville American Legion Hall           393 East College Avenue – Westerville, Ohio 43081

Featuring the singularly strange comedy of Bob Simpson and numerous delicious Hors d’ Oeuvres and Dips

$15.00 ($10.00 if you visit and “like us”) at our facebook link at

                        http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bob-Simpson/180622015338462

Or contact us at (614) 891-7393 or info@funnymanbobsimpson.com

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Dysfunction Family on the Move

Posted on Sep 5, 2011 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

I remember the first time a friend asked me to help him move  - – - Are you surprised that I had a friend? – - – It could happen – - – Anyway – - – I couldn’t believe he was actually moving in broad daylight – - – He even told his landlord he was moving – - – That was not how  my family did things – - – We would always move in the middle of the night – - – And we didn’t tell anyone – - – Especially the landlord – - – And we did not go straight to our new home – - – First, we would always go camping for a few weeks – - – My dad called it camping – - – My mom said we were homeless – - – Potato – - – Potado – - – I don’t know if any of this is funny, but it’s very therapeutic – - – For me – - -

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Contact:  (614) 891-7393 or info@funnymanbobsimpson.com

 

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Dysfunctional Family Humor

Posted on Aug 18, 2011 in Blog, Featured | 0 comments

Show business runs in my family – - My father was a magician – - He used to walk down the street and turn into a bar – - Every Friday, he would make his paycheck disappear on the way home from work – - For years, we didn’t know he drank – - then one night – - He came home sober – - Another night, he was on his way home, minding his own business, and someone stepped on his fingers – -

 

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