"You know I can be incredibly creative,but you caught me on an off day." 

I believe you.  As understudy to an unreliable...but mostly likable actor, I get to sweat the research & energy of deliberately knowing the role & blocking inside & out...but, like the rosy-palmed putz at the titty-bar with a twenty for beers and twenty ones for up-close eye candy, I get to breath-in her wholly-heady-honey with three and a half out of five groovy senses...but won’t likely get to consummate that inimitable covenant.  What’s my point?

Well, I suppose it’s easier to heckle the comic and not tip your server...& drive home drunk...and pass-out on the sofa without having...joked-out a set, presented a hundred drink orders, cleaned-up blood, flesh and glass after a drunk driving accident, and put out a cigarette fire in the wee early hours of the morning....

Seems the rhythm of today’s ebb and flow damns anything that breaches the status quo while rewarding mediocrity at every corner, with the bland nepotism of our gray equality.

 ...so I can see somebody being frustrated, even for a moment, by somebody paraphrasing a classic.