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No album is created in a vacuum...except this one. There was no engineer, no club and no audience. It's only fitting, that, since Rob's not really a comedian. He doesn't perform, he doesn't tour, and he's not really sure if he's all that funny. That's for you to decide. If you don't find the album funny, perhaps you should consider your surgical options. Rob was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona--which explains his morbid aversion to the sun. It does not, however, explain his sense of humor, which has plagued him since early youth. Rob enjoys a life of quiet desperation, contemplation and masturbation and hopes a woman will find him before Death does. His interests include conspiracy theories, internet privacy issues, and...wait--who's reading this? Recorded December 8, 2001 in Prescott, Arizona. All material was written, produced and performed by Rob Workman. And, yes, his mother is very proud of him. *special thanks to Kenn Duncan for looking the other way; James Stoehr for the introduction; Jack Hoole for the laughs; and the Crew for rolling their eyes and just going with it. Track List: 1. The Comedian 2. Childhood 3. Summer Camp 4. Mom 5. Masturbation 6. Therapy 7. Marriage Disorder 8. Ex-Girlfriends 9. Forehead Jokes 10. Holy Shit Suggested CDs:Other Genres:
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