Look, it’s just a fact: I can sing you a song and tell you a story. I can make you dance and shout. I can hold you in the palm of my hand and make you feel alive. I can get you weak in the knees, catch you, say I’m sorry, and then rock you to sleep. But above all things I can make you laugh, and I mean Laugh your ass all the way off! Apparently, the only thing I can’t do is stop talking about myself.