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A comic friend of mine has insinuated that what he does is not necessarily deeply meaningful and joked that unlike at concerts, “You’d never see someone at a comedy show hold up a sign that says, ‘Your jokes saved my life.’”   Well, here I am, holding my sign.     The past few years have been anything but funny for me. Fueled with disease, disappointment, and heartache, I’m not sure what state I’d be in if it weren’t  for comedy.   In past six years, I’ve watched my mom battl

I like dark chocolate, dark coffee, dark comedy, and men with dark-colored eyes. They’ve all given my heart – or body – what it needed at the time. Only one of these things has never left me with a stomachache. In case you hadn’t guessed, it’s the comedy that hasn’t inflicted me with thick thighs, palpitations, or other wounds of the heart. *** A comic friend of mine has insinuated that what he does is not necessarily deeply meaningful and joked that that unlike at concerts,

I’d let her get away with it too many times to count. At 83, she had the energy of a woman less than half her age and the sex appeal of a...