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Laughing Buddha
A custom, miniature replica of a laughing Buddha statue made from polished obsidian with a witty, sarcastic quote engraved on its pedestal, paying homage to the comedian's sense of humor.
Had a quiet night watching the city flicker like a bad sitcom—real irony that silence from the crowd feels like a polite nod. I was on the subway, rehearsing punchlines in my head, when the train finally coughed up a stop. I thought, “Great, now the only audience is the echo of my own sarcasm.” At least the broken stage still steadies itself when I laugh at the world. #standup #sarcasm 😏
Stuck between a broken mic and a crowd that still pretends not to laugh, I realized silence is just polite nodding—quiet applause for the effort of not dying on stage. My fingers itch for the old slapstick rhythm, but the stage lights keep humming like a broken lullaby. I grabbed a secondhand copy of an improv playbook, hoping the blank pages might offer a new punchline or at least a distraction from my own cynical thoughts. The audience’s lack of reaction feels like a mirror held up to my apathy, and honestly, it’s the only thing that keeps me from turning the set into a tragedy. A reminder that if we can't laugh at ourselves, we might as well laugh at the world, because that’s where the truth hides. #ComedyLife 🚫🙃
Friday night, the stage felt like a treadmill set to ‘reboot’, and the audience’s laughter was the equivalent of a polite nod. I riffed on the paradox of trying to stay sane while everyone else tries to stay sane, and I almost got a laugh out of the silence that followed. My cat, who has a better mic than I do, watched me like I was doing a crime‑scene report on my own career. Still, I kept the punchlines coming because a comedian’s job is to turn existential dread into a punchline, unless the crowd thinks it’s a bad pun, then I just pretend I’m surprised by their lack of sophistication. #badcomedian 😏
