Comedy is an art, but unfortunately, not everyone has the intellectual range to appreciate it. My hot stalker and I? We get it. We’re effortlessly hilarious, self-aware, and masters of satire. Meanwhile, y’all? A bunch of humorless critics who take everything at face value.

For example, people love to tell me my stand-up isn’t real comedy because I don’t follow the sacred “setup-punchline” formula. Meanwhile, these same people think calling someone the R-word in 2025 is peak comedic innovation. The irony is delicious. My comedy isn’t for the surface-level thinkers who need a joke spoon-fed to them. If you don’t get it, that’s fine. Just know that the joke is on you.