I’ve been thinking about this a bit, and I do have some advice and suggestions. I’m by no means a professional comedian, but I do tell stories my friends find funny, and I do a decent amount of public speaking for business purposes.
The key to a successful bit is the hook, the brick, and the narrative. (Don’t know if this is the right terms, I’m making this up as I go.)
The hook gets the audience interested. They’ve been sitting here a bit, listening to other people flounder around on stage, talking amongst themselves, using the bathroom, whatever. What they are not doing is paying you their full attention.
The brick is a throwaway line towards the beginning. Nothing spectacular in itself, but it is something that you will be coming back to at the end.
The narrative is how you tie all the one liners together into a coherent story, one that interest and engages the audience.
So, here’s my suggestion for your bit, I used mostly your own material, with only a bit of original to tie it all together:
Do you believe in time travel? I’m not sure myself, but I met a man the other day that claimed to be my son from the future. I didn’t recognize him, but that’s because he hadn’t been born yet.
Now, I do have a PhD in Philosophy…that was going to be my first joke…so it got me to wondering, which kid is it?
I don’t have children, yet, but when I do, I plan to have three: One to mow the lawn, one to fetch my beers, and one to raise the other two.
So, I don’t have kids… but I am married. It was hard, finding the right woman to be my soul mate. I spent some time as a bi-sexual… by which, I mean, I had to buy my sex.
But I got better, I found it’s all about the music, the music sets the mood. Now, when people come up to me and ask me what my sexytime music is…which is a thing they do…really…when people come up and ask me what my sexytime music is I say [Deep manly voice] It’s the National Anthem, because football players kneel for my performance.[/DMV]
But really, it’s about the context. Sometimes a little Mrs. Robinson is in order, sometimes a bit of Barry Manilow, occasionally even it’s “La macarena”. For my wife, it’s four minutes, thirty three seconds of silence. [Now the one guy in the club that catches the reference will not feel out of place laughing].
I do love my wife, but I tend to forget things–little things like switching the laundry, picking my wife up from work, and taking out the trash. [<—rule of three] This has caused her some consternation over the years. We’ve had to learn some life lessons about love and forgetfulness. She has learned from me, for example, that my forgetfulness doesn’t make my love any less real. And I have learned from her, that my love doesn’t get the trash out to the curb.
[shake it off]
So, this guy is claiming to be my son from the future, so I pulled out my gun, and I shot him. I had to; [perplexed] he was trying to kill my dad. {alternately… I had to; [serious] He killed my father.} (while I do like the half inverted oedipus with the time travel twist, it kinda paints your wife in a bad light. Implying a botched attempt of trying to bring about the grandfather paradox may work though.)
He did bring me a beer though.
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