I've never tried stand-up before, but I thought I'd give it a bash having read a few recent efforts on here and been inspired.
Be gentle...
(I walk out with cream on my lips...)
Mmm, paedophilia, a little taste of heaven…
Sorry, I mean 'Philadelphia, a little taste of heaven' (pull out packet of Philadelphia)
I'm dyslexic you see, and it's an easy mistake to make. But it's a real problem though. Me and my mate, you see, we like to set each-other these little challenges: yesterday I texted him with a challenge to spend all day clapping. He replied setting me the same challenge but with 'winking'. Course I misread it, and yeah, I thought it said, well, yeah you've guessed it, 'paedophilia'.
I'm joking, I'm joking, I haven't really had intercourse with a small boy, don't be silly. Yeah, we're just taking things steady at the moment.
Of course not, sheesh, taking it steady, what!? Yeah, he's a dirty little bitch I shagged him on the first date.
I didn't, I didn't – first date, honestly, have you heard you lot! There was no date, he's locked in my cellar.
No, I'm not really into kids but what I do like is a meaty lady. Fellas, give us a shout if you like the chunkier woman… I do. Mmm yeah, I love everything about them: the way their calves just 'become' their ankles. I love their chubby trotter arms, their fat ears, the ever-so-slightly moist folds in the back of their necks, ooh yeah. Other men have trouble finding their girlfriend's clitoris – I've never seen my missus' knee.
The thing is, you can't tell a woman you like the fact that she's fat, so you have to be subtle, you know, tell them in other ways, positive ways; you have to show them that their obesity, their chronic lack of exercise, persistent perspiration, halytosis, a daily food consumption level comparable to say, that of a medium-to-large size principality, and resulting increased chance of heart disease and untimely death, are actually a good thing, cos otherwise she just won't believe you.
So what I like to do with my girlfriend – and you can try this Sir – is wait til she's asleep – you can get her off to sleep any way you like – and then draw a little face on her belly to show how much you love it. I like to do Mr Miagi, then you can use her, you know, as a goatee beard. But you know, play around fella, think outside the…well, you know what I mean, just have fun with it! Then you do the mouth with her belly (I reveal my own pre-drawn Mr Miagi belly) – "There is no such thing as a bad student – only a bad teacher."
I know what you're thinking – lucky lady.
But people put my weird bedroom tastes down to my messed-up parents, but that's simply not true. My dad – he's a great man. He's a doctor, in fact, and he loves nothing more to help people. He joined that organisation, 'Medecins Sans Frontieres', or 'Doctors without Borders, or limits' to translate. And it's true, he really doesn't have boundaries in his work; he's shagged helpless landmine victims, sold crack to orphans…
And my mum's lovely, though sometimes I pull her up for being xena-phobic. Course, she claims to have nothing against Warrior Princesses.
No you see the real reason for my odd fetishes is Children's TV. You see, I loved kids TV, but it's only when you get a bit older when you realise how f**ked up it was back then. I've got this theory that kids TV f**ked us all up. I'll give you a few examples...
Anyone remember 'Woof'? There was that lad would become a dog and then when he'd change back he'd have no clothes on...
In the middle of a park...
At night.
And 'Why don't you?' – remember that, presented by kids? I know paedophiles who took that as an invitation.
Then there was 'Trapdoor' – that's now been banned in Austria, course.
And that f**king 'Clarissa Explains it All', well, she didn't did she? She never explained why our kid brother Gary would come out in a rash every time he came back from uncle Eddy's, or why mum used to cry herself to sleep every night while dad was out with his mates from Dance club.
So ladies, a little tip for you, next time you're a bit scared about what weird shit a guy might wanna get you doing when he gets you home – there might be someone in the audience tonight who takes your fancy; have a look around - just casually ask him what his favourite kids TV programmes are:
The Smurfs? He's gonna gang rape you. One smurfette and all randy little blue fellas, come on…
Chuckle brothers? He's gonna shag your kids. With his brother.
You sir (pick youngish guy), may I ask your favourite?
(To his partner, whatever he says.) He's gonna shag your kids. Come on, he shouldn't have a favourite kids' TV show at his age, should he?
Lacks a bit of cohesion perhaps, but is it funny?