Poetry. If Mark Wallace did the comedy circuit, all that big hair and those sweet drinks would riot in the streets. NOTHING HAPPENED AND BESIDES I WASN'T THERE is a series of one to six line stanzas all revamping the idea of the one-liner. But the joke is always frightening, a world where the 2x4s pounding the cat are hitting our heads and they hurt damn it, as they always make us stop and consider what we are. He is the existential joker: if Batman...
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