Sometime last year I got in the express checkout line behind Tracy Morgan. He was pushing a walker and had walking casts on both feet. His lady was pushing their cart. He kept telling her how crazy the joint was. A first timer?
It was a first for me too. I didn’t hear him tell a pregnancy joke. I’ve since formulated a controversial theory: He’s a creative guy underneath those pregnancy jokes. They’re his burden, his ‘you might be a redneck’ or ‘take my wife—please.’
I’ll admit bias. As I left I saw him laboring into the passenger seat of a late-model SUV while his lady loaded their groceries. Dude struggled in front of me. And what a badass lady, you know? Helping him when he’s down. He should knock her up.