The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day has been in the news again recently. I’m not going to talk about that, because it is a pet peeve of mine for non-religious people to talk about being burdened by a religion they are no longer part of. So we aren’t going to talk religion, but I do have Nicholas Smith in studio and we are talking about growing up in a Mormon home and the movies we grew up watching and the movies that we weren’t able to watch. We still have some catching up to do.
Thanks for listening.
Forged by the mean streets of Utah County and pushed into the meat grinder that is the SLC comedy Scene, Nicholas has managed to stay afloat by sheer force of will and exerting his dominance over the smaller, weaker comics. His empire is built on intimidation, fear, extortion, comedian prostitution and delicious homemade treats and goodies.
But it’s all a sham. Inside, Nicholas is a scared little girl named Samantha. Samantha just wanted to tell jokes. She just wanted to see the world smile, despite the bleakness and tragedy that surrounds it.
But the world had other plans and Samantha was taken by the dark powers, tortured and mutilated. A ruined and terrible form of life! Now perfected! My Fighting Uruk-Hai!
It was all very sad and Lord of the Ringsy.
You get the idea.
Now it’s all dark comedy with vulgar metaphors and similes. We get it. Your dreams were crushed. Boo hoo. Make us laugh, you bloated wildebeest, nobody cares about your stupid aspirations. Fatty!
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