I wonder if it's too late to become a plumber? Plumbers always have work - sinks get stopped up, pipes break, someone tries to flush a bad toupee down the toilet... It's different when you're a comedian. No one calls at 6:30 a.m. on a Sunday begging you to make time for them on your schedule. They don't wake up to find their sense of humor has burst because of a cold snap and frantically start dialing your number. And no one dares get all liquored up and yell at you, "I can unclog toilets better than you in my sleep!"

Sure, a plumber has to wade in some crap, but we comedians are used to that.

The Sniper Twins are quite the creative duo. Barry Flanagan and Dax Martinez-Vargas can throw down a beat with hilarious lyrics that are worth checking out if you have not done so yet. They recently put out a new video called, "Computer Friends" [Stack The Memory], that has become a fast hit on the Internet with over 500,000 plays in just two weeks on YouTube alone. As soon as I watched the video I immediately thought about how quirky they were and asked them if they would answer 20 Questions for Quirkee.com so their fans could learn more about them.

Quirkee: A friend of mine sent me the link to your new video "Computer Friends" [Stack The Memory] the other day and we quickly passed it around Quirkee. Needless to say we laughed and have watched it numerous times now. I noticed on your Facebook page that you guys are from Austin, Texas, the home of Quirkee.com! How did you end up in New York City and what do you miss most about Austin?

I've been watching sports for just about all of my life, of course there was a period of time from ages 0-5 where I was just too young to understand the complexities of a Cover 2 zone, but for the most part I've always been a sports fan. I've also played in many fantasy leagues and won my fair share of them so when it comes to sports I feel like I've got a pretty good grasp on how things work. At least that's how I felt until I visited the City of Sin last weekend and was unceremoniously handed my ass. You see regardless of my sports knowledge, what I failed to recognize was that there is a world of difference between picking winners and picking against the spread. What follows is a blow by blow account of how I lost my ass in Las Vegas.

Getting off the plane in Las Vegas is a surreal experience because as soon as you step off the plane you are surrounded by slot machines bearing down on you like Mexican children selling Chiclets. The only difference is that you can give the children in Mexico a dollar and they'll usually leave you alone. Slot machines on the other hand have no such mercy and will break you down until your wife has to literally take away your debit card and force you to sit out a few plays.

We were staying at the world famous Caesar's Palace and knew that we were going to be in for a unique experience as soon as we looked up and saw the giant heads of Donnie and Marie Osmond plastered on the casino across the street. Dear god it's no wonder Marie fainted on Dancing with the Stars, the pressure alone of trying to dance with that gigantic head must have exhausted her.

My boss is a jerk. And I work for myself.

Usually I don't bad mouth myself behind my back, but when it comes to the holidays, I'm a real Scrooge, so I deserve to be publicly chastised.

Just a quick look around my office shows how little holiday spirit there is at my place of employment. Not only does my boss not let me put up a any kind of decorations for fear that I might offend myself, she's also confiscated my red, green, gold, and silver Sharpies to make sure I don't write a festive note to tuck in with my monthly letter to Verizon inquiring why they continue to charge me for text-messaging when I have assured them repeatedly that my thumbs aren't really opposable.