Ah, kid, marriage and me? Like tryin’ to juggle flaming bowling pins—it always ends in disaster! Ha ha! I think the problem is, I’m married to the job first, ya know? The late nights, the spotlight, the constant need to be “on.” Turns out, rubber chickens and pratfalls aren’t great at keepin’ romance alive. Plus, let’s face it: I’ve got the emotional depth of a seltzer bottle. But hey, I keep tryin’—one of these days, I’ll find someone who loves me and my clown shtick. Until then, at least...