Everybody fancies themselves as some sort of wizard that can conjure up laughter by a few strokes of a keyboard on Twitter, but only a select few are truly worthy enough to have all of their witticisms transmitted to you – the ever busy comedy fan trying to navigate through an increasingly congested internet. Every Friday we'll make your life a little bit easier by introducing you to an individual that you might not know about who consistently makes us laugh and momentarily forget that other days of the week exist.
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In 2009, Justin Shanes was a third year law associate at Hogan & Hartson. Nowadays, he's a scribe on the Late Night with Jimmy Fallon program, which is good because it sounds like he wasn't the most loved employee in the law office.
The key to solving a paper jam in the copier is to immediately walk away and pretend you didn't notice it and never mention it to anyone.
He managed just fine during Hurricane Sandy.
I'm in P'Zone A and it's DELICIOUS!!
Fortunately Mr. Shanes developed his comedy chops on elevators.
I told a joke in the elevator. It worked on so many levels.
And by noticing certain trends.
No girl thinks mosquitoes are attracted to her an average amount.
Justin is empathetic to the plight of the Nigerian royalty.
If you're an actual Nigerian prince, asking friends for favors over email has to just suck.
Shanes likes to share his thoughts with anyone who can read.
I like to write long, deeply personal letters to my friends and then put "OR CURRENT RESIDENT" after their name on the envelope.
He writes tweets as funny as that time that McNulty and Bunk only said the word "fuck" during a five minute scene.
If you think dealing drugs in Baltimore is dangerous, try telling a white twenty-something that you haven't seen "The Wire."
Justin is the father of a unique child.
Dry humped a girl last month. Now she's pregnant with a fully-clothed baby.
Shanes isn't afraid to call out Bryan Greenberg.
People talk about the lack of diversity on "Girls," but remember that "How To Make It In America" didn't feature ONE pair of corduroys.
He lives in such a nice neighborhood that his spiders are literate.
Just used a magazine to kill a spider. I gave it one of those Cosmo quizzes, and it hung itself.
Justin is an adult and acts as such.
If you were to draw a Venn diagram of my "funny tweets" and my "mature tweets," it would look like two boobs.
Shanes may not agree with you, but he will begrudgingly give you credit for committing to your opinion.
Just realized that Chick-fil-A's president is Dan Cathy. Jesus, even the dude's NAME is a marriage between a man and a woman.
Like some of us, he kept Circuit City afloat in the early 00s.
8 yrs later, that stack of 50 recordable CDs sitting in my drawer doesn't seem like such a "hot" deal after all. Fool me once, Circuit City…
Justin is courteous on the subway, to a fault.
Pregnant women really hate when I offer them my subway seat when they're not pregnant.
Shanes' humor isn't loved by network executives.
Wrote a pilot about a microphone that moves next to a loudspeaker. Been getting terrible feedback.
He doesn't have the right light bulb.
Putting a 100-watt bulb into this 60-watt lamp because a) I'm lazy, and b) fuck this orphanage.
Justin watches too much television.
Saw a crazy lightning bolt out my window & had the instinctive, split-second thought to rewind it on my DVR. I'd cry if I still had a soul.
Shanes did not send that email to Laura.
My email account was hacked. So if you got a msg about how I miss you and wanna get back together, disregard it Laura. I mean, everyone.
He does not listen to Harris Wittels' Analyze Phish podcast.
Teach a man to Phish, he'll annoy the shit out of everyone for a lifetime.
Justin has ruined envelopes forever.
The creepiest thing for an envelope to say while you're licking it is, "Looowerrr." But also, like, literally anything.
Roger Cormier borrowed a Phish CD from his local public library in 2002, just to hear what all the jokes were about.