Setup-setup-punchline

Setup-setup-punchline

So the other night on the way to the hospital, I half-jokingly said to Jessie, "Well, at least you don't have to call and check on Jeff (her friend and former boss who used to live in Griffith Park). How's Catalina, by the way? Have you talked to him?"

What I meant to say was, how was Catalina? On fire, everyone. It's on fire, too.

I feel like I just proposed a dubious situation and capped it off with, "What could go wrong?" Oh, how funny you are, universe. Classic comedy. We could all learn something.

Jeff is fine, and so is the town. Difference between comedy and tragedy right there.

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