#baby bo burnham

[standupcomedyhistorian]

OMG! A comedy channel on YouTube just uploaded baby Bo Burnham on The World Stands Up—he was 17 when this was filmed! 🤯

So yes, VERY early in his comedy career. And it's really interesting to see which parts of My Whole Family were changed for international audiences (he took out John Elway, but kept in SpongeBob!). Bo's section starts at 15:45 in.

Also, I had NO idea this even existed until now, but he sings Little Adolf (the bonus song on his eponymous album) live for the audience. It's so fun to watch his facial expressions during that one!

Enjoy some semi-new Bo content (at least for Americans), and stay tuned for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

[iamnotawomanimagod]

the funniest thing about John Mulaney's joke about Bo Burnham being more popular right now because he's seen as less problematic, and that likeability is a prison, is that I can absolutely see Bo making the exact same joke

[somethingserious]

John Mulaney starting his show with “all the kids like Bo Burnham more because he’s currently less problematic… LIKABILITY IS A JAIL”

It’s true and he should say it

[do-you-know-this-baby]

Do you know this baby?

[babyweightmusic]

exclusive... i'm not unique. this bo burnham special really resonated with me when it dropped during the height of the covid panini. this track specifically. so i made an edit of it. the gods at soundcloud pulled it down, tho. so i guess i'll give it away for free here. download bo burnham - all eyes on me (baby weight edit)

[sir-ghost-the-green]

listening to one song on loop for hours until you’ve extracted every drop of joy and memorized every single second of it >>>>>>>>

[alyssalover67]

Alvin? Who is that? I only know daddy jimmy:). I only know his huge cock:).

My face claim:

Daddy jimmy is making me post my baby dick:(… this is really embarrassing but, whatever daddy says goes. Sometimes he makes us switch roles, i dont know how to feel. I feel too small and weak to be dominant over daddy, and my dick cannot pleasure him like i want to, maybe i should get a strap on. This is really sus. He gets too sus at times like this. I dont like it. Stop. He is gonna see this. @mindlessselfindulgence

[microwavepopcorn]

[virginbutstillahoe]

john mulaney really jinxed bo when he said he wasn't problematic in his latest special huh

[toomuchracket]

look how demanding tiktok makes the links now? so rude

Your friend shared this video with you. Watch it now! https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8oFL2nP/

i fear this is both ross and matty coded

"watch it now" eff off tiktok i'll do it in my own time. also yes i agree that this could apply to either of them - "back on the boob" feels like an extremely matty saying lmfao

[standupcomedyhistorian]

Woo-hoo—I just scored two tickets to see JOHN MULANEY again in Atlantic City! 🥳

The last time I saw him perform was October of 2021, so a VERY different experience three years ago (wore masks, had to show vax cards, etc.).

I'm going to be attending with my boyfriend Jeff now instead of my ex-husband, so that's a big change as well!

Sorry that I've been neglecting posting, but I've been consumed with work and everything Childish Gambino since seeing him IN CONCERT last Wednesday (an absolutely incredible show I can't stop thinking about lol).

I'm hoping seeing John again will help fix my comedy writing block...I have so many ideas and no interest in actually posting them on my website.

Anyway, I hope you all are doing well, and let me know if you'll be attending the Atlantic City show too.

Have a great Labor Day weekend, and keep it here for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

[rig-a-rendal]

Bo Burnham Monkee?

like thematically yes but he’s in a different canon specific to himself. like they’re both stuck in the same way but in different places

[imeverycliche]

I saw this live, I haven’t been a fan for a while, because his whole situation grossed me out immensely.

Then when he said this bit I thought “you are a mediocre comedian, who happened to gain a fan base of the most passionate media consumers (Queer youth) and then you disappointed everyone.”

He acts like people turned on him because he was an addict. People don’t like him because he made contest jokes about his lovely Jewish wife kind of at her expense, but he loved her, Then cheated on her with a model and had a kid.

Like dude, Jesus Christ….

Also he isn’t even comparable to Bo Burnham. Bo is an artist with genuine things to say who uses comedy as a means of delivering.

You are a mediocre comedian. Grow up.

JOHN MULANEY: BABY J (2023)

[iridescentropy]

i met a friend in person for the first time yesterday and she had her younger sibling with her (14 probably) and. upon meeting they stood up, silently, reached into their pocket, and handed me a very tiny baby. and wordlessly sat back down and resumed reading. the kids are alright.

[lacesoflove]

breaking the bed (reupload) | hamzah x reader

rating | fluffy & slightly suggestive

warning | proofread! mentions of sex. reader has curly hair!

author’s note | this is a reupload. there's a blink and you miss it easter egg that suggests this is set before no sleep for the wicked, but it's absolutely not required to read this, i just like connecting my stories in small ways

w/c: 1.1k words

MOVING INTO A HOUSE WITH YOUR DREAM MAN WAS NOT IN YOUR CARDS.

Falling in love with your dream person wasn’t on your cards either.

Yet here you were, navigating the cluttered chaos of boxes - each one a Pandora's box revealing surprises that felt like the universe’s twisted jokes on your life’s trajectory. If you had told your ten-year-old self about something called a “credit check” just to secure a roof over your head, she would have frowned and asked, “What’s that?” Standing in the skeletal beginnings of your living room felt surreal, like a scene from a half-remembered dream. You and Hamzah had toiled like worked so hard to get yout home, pushing the boulder uphill in an economy designed to turn homeowners into a relic of the past. And here you were, cradling the fruits of your labour, and it was dizzying to think you could finally feast on them.

You took a laid-back approach to moving in, checking occasionally for the arrival of another truck or pacing through the house to affirm that this dream was indeed yours. Red and Blue were tucked away in the guest room, avoiding the tidal wave of change. Meanwhile, Hamzah was knee-deep in the intricate task of assembling your bed, his body hunched over the instruction manual like a treasure hunter deciphering hieroglyphs. This was the only piece of furniture spared from the convenience of Amazon’s next-day delivery—because sleeping on the floor wasn’t an option, and Hamzah had declared it “just not right.” You had no desire to argue that point; after all, you couldn’t imagine what hardwood floors would do to both your curls.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him wrestle with the instruction sheet, his face a canvas of confusion painted with frustration. “Baby, how’s it going?” you called out, bouncing on your toes, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving him to fend for himself. “Not great,” he grumbled, forehead creased as his eyes darted across an endless loop of instructions that might as well have been written in ancient runes. “I think they shorted us on screws.”

“What? No way. Hand it over,” you insisted, stepping forward to snatch the manual from his hands. “No, there are enough screws; you just put them in the wrong part of the bed.” “But it says head of the bed,” he argued, his stubbornness as inflexible as the wood he was trying to piece together. You sighed, knowing that for all the reasons you adored Hamzah, his reading comprehension skills were not among them. “It says base of the bed. The head is a different section underneath. Your eyes must be skipping the important parts.”

“Probably,” he admitted, pulling himself up from the floor, stretching like a cat, his strong muscles flexing under the strain. “Why don’t you just make the bed?”

“Because I’m the girl,” you shot back, a smug smile creeping onto your face as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back. "And besides I've been unpacking stuff." "Like what?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. "Like the alarm clock Mandy and Martin got us!"

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Shit like this brings the movement down; everyone’s a feminist until it’s bed-building time.”

You erupted into laughter, unable to contain yourself. “Did you seriously just quote Bo Burnham?”

“Sure did,” he replied, a grin lighting up his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief.

“You’re stupid,” you said, your heart swelling with affection.

“You’re hot,” he quipped, leaning in for a kiss that sent a spark through the air between you. It was only then that the creeping shadows caught your eye, the sun dipping behind the trees, casting elongated silhouettes that waltzed across your new room like ghosts of all the moments yet to come. “Shit, we’ll get to the kissing later—we should probably focus on making this bed.”

“Why? Got some plans for us on it?” he teased, tilting his head, curls falling in lazy cascades as he lowered his gaze to yours, his eyes glimmering with playful mischief.

“Yes, and those plans consist of my mandatory eight hours of sleep,” you replied, laughter bubbling up as you nudged him away playfully. “Let’s finish this bed.”

What was supposed to be a straightforward task devolved into a chaotic four-hour odyssey of flipping through the instruction manual and squabbling over every little detail. You found yourself checking on Red and Blue and, perhaps most challengingly, fighting the urge to kiss your boyfriend senseless, especially when he adopted that commanding tone while explaining the simplest of instructions. The way his muscles flexed as he pieced everything together was a distraction you could hardly shake off, like trying to focus while standing in front of a volcano ready to erupt.

But eventually, you triumphed. “Well, we did it,” you declared, surveying the finished bed with a rush of accomplishment, the chaos of the day melting into a sense of belonging.

“I dunno?” he replied, the rhetorical lilt of his voice betraying the playful smirk that danced on his lips. He knew exactly what was simmering beneath the surface; your fidgety energy gave you away, your eyes glued to him as he had assembled the bed like a magician unveiling his greatest trick. “What’d you have in mind earlier?”

“Continuing our kiss, maybe? Something more… I dunno,” you said, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you mimicked his nonchalance, your tone dripping with playful defiance.

His body inched closer, an electric tension crackling in the air, and in one fluid motion, he scooped you up and plopped you onto the bed, laughter bubbling up between you like effervescent champagne. He leaned in, kissing the crook of your neck, and you giggled softly, the warmth of the moment enveloping you. It was sweet, a bubble of intimacy growing as you both leaned into the heat of the moment, getting hot and bothered in that perfect little world of your own.

And then it happened—the moment was ruptured by a creak, followed by a crack. Suddenly, all at once the bed collapsed in on itself, its stilts surrendering to the weight of your laughter and unexpected enthusiasm.

“What the hell?!” Hamzah exclaimed before you both burst of laughter mingling with the chaos as you stared at the tumbled remains of what was supposed to be your bed was underneath you both. “I can’t believe we broke the bed.” He grumbled, his voice a mix of irritation as well as amusement. Any traces of horniness had long dissipated due to the absurdity of the situation. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done it.” You smirked. “True. But damn this has got to be a bad omen or some shit. Cock-blocking ass bed.” You couldn’t help but let out another laugh at that. “Look Hamzah, nothing is a bad omen with you.” You whispered as you pulled his head towards you as you gave him a deep kiss. “I know, but I should probably leave a review on it or something you know?” “Or maybe, Hamzah, you should actually try to read instructions properly.” 

“Maybe.” “I’m right.”

 “You’re right.” He finally admitted, in defeat.

[millenianthemums]

I wanted to share the official playlist I made for this fic! I always make playlists for stories of mine, but I honestly really like this one and wanted to share it. I went way overboard on the cover, but it was still fun. I’ll probably reuse it when I post the first chapter of the fic, which I’m hoping will happen in the next couple weeks!

tracklist under the cut! the songs don’t map directly onto the plot or anything, they’re just vibe-based. there’s a lot of cheesy pop and angsty stuff right next to each other, because i feel like that’s gonna be the tone of the fic in general.

* Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

* The Saga of You, Confused Destroyer of Planets - Lemon Demon

* Kiss Me, Son of God - They Might Be Giants

* Beady Eyes on the Horizon - Jukebox the Ghost

* The Next Dimension - Lemon Demon

* Look Who’s Inside Again - Bo Burnham

* Hollywood Baby - 100 gecs

* Problems - Mother Mother

* Something Glowing - Lemon Demon

* The Guide to Success - Joe Iconis / Eric William Morris

* Flap Flap - Patricia Taxxon

* Hot Air Balloon - Owl City

* Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

* Cilantro - Patricia Taxxon

* Shooting Star - Owl City

* Mamma Mia - ABBA

* Swear To God the Devil Made Me Do It - The Front Bottoms

* Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

* Big Wheel - Patricia Taxxon

* Fine - Lemon Demon

* Perfect - Marianas Trench

* Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

* Modern Day Cain - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

* Bloodeater - Girls Rituals

* Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood

* Kill All Your Friends - My Chemical Romance

* Scare Me - Ludo

* September - Earth Wind & Fire

* Wow Wow - Neil Cicierega

* Have It All - Jason Mraz

* I’m Still Here - John Rzeznik

* Yellow Horse - cats millionaire

* Honest - Patricia Taxxon

* Son of a Gun - Joe Iconis / Eric William Morris

* Peach - The Front Bottoms

* …well, better than the alternative - Will Wood

* Candy Store - Heathers

* When the Chips are Down - Hadestown

* Aurora Borealis - Lemon Demon

* Goodbye - Bo Burnham

* Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

* Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 gecs

* Killer in the Mirror - Set It Off

* A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers

* Bad Guy - Set It Off

* My Alcoholic Friends - Dresden Dolls

* SAD - Lemon Demon

* Happily Ever After - He Is We

* True Kinda Love - Steven Universe

* Everything Stays - Adventure Time

* I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

* Love Love Love - The Mountain Goats

* Goodbye to a World - Porter Robinson

* King - Lauren Aquiliana

* Stand By You - Rachel Platton

* Ready Now - Dodie

* Seventeen (Reprise) - Heathers

* Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

* Time To Pretend - MGMT

* Die Young - Kesha

* Good Time - Owl City

* Anything For You - Ludo

* Monster - Adventure Time

* You Love Me - Kimya Dawson