Oh yes, it’s very true. Scott Mckeen is just a copy and paste scribe who can not even do that very good! What a squib he is, He posted the proof he is a copy and paste scribe, and not a very good one at that! I , Dave dowling may make the odd typoo here and there, but double posting almost the entire article is something I have never done. . . yet!

Straight from the copy and paste jackasses broadsheet paper where even the EDITORS can not do thier job.

The text in bold was copy and pasted twice in the same article!!!!!!

 

A man walks into a nightclub and everyone laughs in his face.

In other words, a typical night for Larry Miller, blessed as he is with the power to slay audiences with a twitch of his gifted eyebrows.

I caught Miller’s stand-up act at the Comic Strip this weekend and damn near peed my pants. Miller didn’t curse once. No body parts or functions were referenced directly, though plums are now my least favourite fruit.

Miller’s comic genius is in how he inspires audience members to finish the joke for themselves, with hilarious mental imagery and an unspoken demand to laugh at ourselves.

Miller, for example, said women reman naive to the way men really look at them. He likened the look to hungry lions eyeballing prey. Then he furrowed that brow of his, to a gale of laughter.

“Trust me, ladies,” says Miller. “If you knew even for a second how we men really look at you, you would never stop slapping us.” Then he did his classic bit, The Five Levels of Drinking. Most of us have heard it before. Somehow, he made us laugh spontaneously, again.

While Miller’s comedy left an impression, the chance to sit down and talk with him left a more profound one. This is a man who truly enjoys life. Lives in the moment. Is grateful for new experiences and truly loves meeting people.

If you don’t know Larry Miller, it’s because his name isn’t well known outside comedy clubs or Hollywood’s inner circles. His face? Ah, that is a different story. That, we recognize.

His resume includes 50 movies and countless TV shows. He’s been a favourite guest of talk-show hosts from Carson to Letterman. He plays oh-so-odd characters and steals scenes with his off-kilter looks and delivery.

Yet he lost out on one of the most famous TV characters of all time, George Costanza, the iconic neurotic on Seinfeld.

A man walks into a nightclub and everyone laughs in his face.

In other words, a typical night for Larry Miller, blessed as he is with the power to slay audiences with a twitch of his gifted eyebrows.

I caught Miller’s stand-up act at the Comic Strip this weekend and damn near peed my pants. Miller didn’t curse once. No body parts or functions were referenced directly, though plums are now my least favourite fruit.

Miller’s comic genius is in how he inspires audience members to finish the joke for themselves, with hilarious mental imagery and an unspoken demand to laugh at ourselves.

Miller, for example, said women reman naive to the way men really look at them. He likened the look to hungry lions eyeballing prey. Then he furrowed that brow of his, to a gale of laughter.

“Trust me, ladies,” says Miller. “If you knew even for a second how we men really look at you, you would never stop slapping us.” Then he did his classic bit, The Five Levels of Drinking. Most of us have heard it before. Somehow, he made us laugh spontaneously, again.

While Miller’s comedy left an impression, the chance to sit down and talk with him left a more profound one. This is a man who truly enjoys life. Lives in the moment. Is grateful for new experiences and truly loves meeting people.

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