BadComedian & FallenSky
I was thinking about the moment a joke falls flat, and the room turns into a quiet concert hall. How do you find the rhythm in that silence?
Oh yeah, when the mic drops and everyone pretends they’re in a meditation class, you gotta become a one‑man jazz band—play the silence like a sax solo, let the audience feel the beat of their own disappointment, then drop a punchline that’s so unexpected it’s like a surprise encore.