The Dark Side of My Sense of Humor

People often ask me, ‘How do you come up with such sick, twisted jokes?’ And I’m like, ‘Well, it’s easy when you’re a product of the internet’s darkest corners.’ But what they don’t get is that my sense of humor isn’t just a product of my environment, it’s a reflection of my own inner demons. I mean, have you ever seen a clown with a sad, broken soul? That’s me, folks. A sad, broken clown with a penchant for making people laugh, no matter how dark the material.

Some people say that my humor is a form of social commentary, a way to poke fun at the absurdity of life. But let’s be real, it’s just an excuse for me to be a provocateur, to push the boundaries of what’s considered acceptable. I mean, I’ve made jokes about everything from the meaninglessness of life to the horrors of being a middle-aged man. It’s not exactly high-brow humor, but hey, at least it’s original, right? And if people can’t handle the truth, that’s not my problem. I’m just a vessel for the darkness that lies within us all.

My favorite hobby, you ask? Well, it’s not exactly something you’d expect from a comedian. I’m a fan of taxidermy. Yeah, you heard that right. I find it hilarious to take dead animals and turn them into twisted, surreal creations. It’s a metaphor for life, really. We’re all just stuffed, mounted creatures, going through the motions until we eventually become a part of the taxidermy collection of history. But hey, at least it’s a unique perspective, right?