Patrick Hastie

@patrickhastie.bsky.social

Comedian. Buy My Album on Bandcamp: https://shorturl.at/eiuM9 Watch My Special: https://youtu.be/H5JsAYvn6Nc?si=BdApQhRVvkI_SoPA Website: http://patrickhastie.com/

Me: I get horny when I see pictures of "bras-- You: That's not so weird. Me: You interrupted me, I get horny when I see pics of brass flugelhorns. You: That would explain why you are currently jacking off to that Conn Selmer catalog.

We have learned that the word "pot" is now being used as a sort of code word for marijuana. Like how we adults say "brewskis" when we are talking about ice-cold beers. So please monitor your children's devices for the word "pot." We also confirmed that "bussy" is a portmanteau for "boy pussy."

Giuseppe: Papa, is the soccer on? Me: Not tonight. (begins to cry) Me: What's the matter, my boy? Giuseppe: If there is no soccer, then that means there is no James Corden on Fox After Hours. (Giuseppe sobs) Me: Oh, buddy. You love James Corden, don't you? Giuseppe: Yes, Papa. He is my hero.

Lindsey Graham has passed away. He died peacefully in his sleep after a pregnant chinchilla climbed inside his pee hole, scurried up his urethra, and went into labor in his prostate gland. The two healthy pups and their Mama then fed on his internal organs until he was hollow. He was my best friend.

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I want a James Bond film set in Iowa. Have that limey fuck deal with all the chigger bites he gets crawling around the Loess Hills looking for Blofeld. Show him trying to order foie gras at a Hy-Vee Market Grille. Let his Aston Martin get pulled over by a Boone city cop going through a divorce.

can you imagine doing something insane like climbing to the very tippity top of the Empire State Building and flying a flag that says an earnest, albeit somewhat corny, statement wishing for peace for it to immediately becomes a copypasta for every local tire shop, radio station and MLM in America.

Look. I am an amazing salesman. It's a fact. I could sell ketchup to a woman who doesn't have a hot dog. That's how good I am. However, she would need to have a hamburger. Or french fries. If she aint got those, I'm fucked. I gotta get rid of all this ketchup. I'm drowning in it. No, not literally.

The Supreme Court is like, "OK this week we decided to slice off your left leg, your right arm, and gouge out one of your eyes, BUT, we WILL NOT be stabbing you through the heart with a rusty railroad spike." and centrist Dems will be like, "Yes! Huge Supreme Court win today! Please send me money."

Have I heard the jokes on Tony Hinchcliffe's new special? Yes. I heard them every Thursday night from 2014 to 2016 at my open mic in the basement of The Creek. They are the "jokes" told by brand new comics, who are too green to know what hack is. Or "jokes" told by people who do 3 mics and quit.