Hello. I’m RJ and I'm a 29-year-old fat, balding, single gay guy, so what do I have to be funny about? Lots. Like being a 29-year-old fat, balding, single gay guy. And the rest of my past years. I'm having one of those lifetimes that makes Murphy's Law look like a tea party with Mary Poppins. I'm writing a book of humor essays because I'm 29 and have nothing to show for it except a geek's-delight DVD collection, a bunch of debt, and a balding head of hair. Yep, living the American dream here.