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Greg Manuel "Y'ever had to take a sh*t...RIGHT after you get outta the shower?"
Bronx, NY
     
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I am a comedian out of New York, and have been performing in the tri-state area since the summer of 2001.
If my comedic style could be likened to a Kung Fu discipline, mine would be a style I like to call "CYF Technique."
Cerebral, Yet Filthy.
Don't worry about it; all it really means is, I tell d*ck jokes that take a second to register. But to give you an idea of the kind of jokes I tell, here's an example.
Q: How do you define irony?
A: A vegan that swallows.
I hope you enjoy my profile.
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Driving along the other day, I saw something that I think I'd never seen before. It was so mundane, yet it never occurred to me that I'd never seen it before until I saw it. Still with me?
Anyway, the thing in question: an ice cream truck filling up at a gas station.
Isn't that odd? You go your whole life experiencing something, and somehow your mind treats that thing as if it exists OUTSIDE of the logic and rules that applies to the rest of us. An ice cream truck needing fuel. Simple. Logical. And yet, downright bizarre. It's like finding out that your parents have an active sex life. You know it had to happen at least ONCE (or however many times, depending on how many siblings you have), but try to picture it. You can't, can you? Probably because your brain doesn't WANT to for fear it will melt, but still...
Or to take it further; it's like finding out your teacher uses douche. Back when you were a schoolkid, didn't you all but assume your teacher just wasn't a real being? After all, you only experienced your teacher within the boundaries of school. At the most, you probably assumed she just LIVED at school. Hell, if you knew me when I was 8, and you told me my teacher was in fact a robot, and after 3pm rolled around and we'd all gone home, the janitor flicked a switch behind her hair and wheeled her into a closet, I would not have found a problem with that theory AT ALL. But then Saturday rolls around and you're at your CVS, minding your business but who should you see in the feminine hygiene aisle..."Mrs. Blumenthal??"
Blumenthal...that seems to be a name that kind of seals your professional fate, doesn't it? You never hear about the Adventures of Captain Blumenthal and his Screaming Justice Rangers, or John Blumenthal, Trailblazing Civil Rights Champion - or even Harvey Blumenthal, Porn Icon - but say you have an appointment with Doctor Seth Blumenthal, Long Island-based podiatrist. Better make sure you find the one who has YOUR chart...
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