After the show, this lady came up to me, and she said, 'You are very funny, and you are waiting to be discovered.' I don't know if that's true, but if it is, I certainly know how magnesium felt in 1816.
I should write a poop joke about Russia. It goes like this: 'Hey Bill, why you Russian?' 'Oh, I'm in a hurry because I have a horrible case of the Trotskys.' 'I've got the opposite problem, Bill. I have the Stalins.' 'Well, at least you don't have to worry about ruining your Lenins.'
So they ask me, 'Would you like to answer your secret security password question?' I think, 'Oh yeah, surely I can answer a question posed by slightly younger me.'