My stomach was in pain after the first show... and then the ABC put on another episode and I had no hope of surviving.
After that embarrassing display (lucky I did all of that in my bedroom with no witnesses, though my parents could hear me) I headed to the lounge room to have my mother stand on my toes. No, this isn't some odd torture thing from my childhood, I was doing sit ups for the day. For the past couple of days I have been able to do ninety sit ups. Last night, I struggled to get to fifty without laughing. My parents were watching Charlie Pickering. My poor abs. Or really, hidden abs.
Finished, I sat on the chair and watch the last five minutes of Russell Howard and my stomach loses out again as I nearly fall to the floor and roll around.
Why do television producers think it is a great idea to put the comedy show all on the same night? Are they planning to kill unsuspecting people with laughter? What a way to go, death by comedian.