Six Ways Cancer Season Is Keeping Me From Comedy

It’s not just a case of crabs.

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The satire-writing gremlin within me reclines, cuddled in a thrifted flannel bathrobe despite the summer weather.

This creature is totally unwilling to budge.

“Make some jokes,” I suggest. “Say hilarious things in the form of written words that other people can read.”