There is not a racist bone in my dad's body. He doesn't even laugh at distasteful jokes.

I've always been terrible on regular sitcoms with lots of jokes. I don't know how to tell jokes,

A humorist tells himself every morning, "I hope it's going to be a rough day." When things are going well, it's much harder to make the right jokes.

He's always making jokes in meeting rooms and jokes on the field. Sometimes, he even talks to me when the play is going on. It's really a fun environment.

My dad is afraid of my laugh.

My body has been making women laugh for the last 20 years and I'm happy to continue to oblige.