KEEP IT McGREWVY Notes From a Brain That Won’t Shut Up What happens when a comedian who’s spent forty years making people laugh finally starts writing down everything that’s been rattling around in his head? You get Keep It McGrewvy. Comedian Steve “Mudflap” McGrew has spent most of his adult life noticing things other people overlook—and then saying them out loud. Sometimes onstage. Sometimes on the radio. Sometimes to people who probably wish he hadn’t. Now he’s put those observations into a book. Part comedy, part memoir, part front-porch philosophy, Keep It McGrewvy is a collection of stories and observations about growing up, getting older, marriage, divorce, parents, relationships, radio, stand-up comedy, cruise ships, cats, Christmas, technology, social media, and the increasingly complicated business of simply being a human being. McGrew remembers growing up in a world before smartphones, apps, QR codes, subscriptions, and refrigerators that apparently need software updates. He looks back at parents who somehow made adulthood appear easy, childhood Christmases that seemed magical, the strange realization that he’s slowly turning into his father, and four marriages that have given him considerably more relationship research than any one man probably needed. He wonders why everything needs an app. Why nobody owns anything anymore. Why we’ve stopped fixing things. Why adults need coloring books. Why relationships now require an entirely new vocabulary. And why getting older has somehow made it harder to kill anything—even a bug. But underneath the jokes is something else. This is also a book about memory. About parents who are gone. About discovering that the things you thought mattered when you were young aren’t necessarily the things you remember when you’re older. About realizing that the adults you once believed had everything figured out were probably improvising just as much as you are. And about learning that sometimes the things that make us laugh are sitting right beside the things that break our hearts. After four decades in comedy, McGrew has learned one thing: if you can make somebody laugh, you can usually sneak a little truth in while their guard is down. That’s what Keep It McGrewvy does. Some chapters will make you laugh. Some might make you nostalgic. A few may sneak up on you. And somewhere along the way, you may recognize a little of your own life in his. Pull up a chair. Pour yourself some coffee. Steve’s brain isn’t shutting up anytime soon. You might as well listen. a.co/d/0a4fhulZ

Do you ever walk into a room and forget why you came in there ? Maybe we forget why we walked into a room because the person controlling the simulation canceled the task.

If there’s not a band called Jerry and the Seinfeld’s then there really should be

Help!!! How can we beat this stupid YouTube algorithm CRAP?! piped.video/shorts/F0XzuX4pl… via @YouTube

Another reason to hate the brain dead

Dating in 2026 has now become a job interview

A lot of people have said how much they appreciated my apology to Taylor Swift. Several have even called it a possible “turning point in society” because somebody actually got on the internet and publicly said, “I was wrong. I made a mistake.” Well, hell. I thought I was just making a Facebook post. Apparently, I should’ve worn a better shirt. I’ve never thought of myself as a turning point in society. Most days, I walk into a room and can’t remember what I was supposed to be turning on. But I do appreciate what people are saying. It’s a little funny, though, that admitting you were wrong has become so rare people think they’re witnessing a historic event. We’ve all gotten pretty comfortable digging in. Somebody points out we might have gotten something wrong, and suddenly we’re spending the next three days defending a statement we barely thought about before we typed it. I made a joke. I gave it some more thought. I felt an apology was deserved, so I gave one. And somehow I survived. Still here. Still a comedian. They haven’t even come to take my hat. If that gets somebody else thinking, “Maybe I could admit when I get something wrong, too,” then I’m glad I said it. And you know what? Maybe this COULD be a turning point. Maybe more of us could get comfortable saying, “You’ve got a point.” Or, “I owe you an apology.” Or even, “I still don’t agree with you, but we don’t have to fight about it.” I’d like to see us get back to that. “I don’t agree with you, but you’re still my buddy.” “We voted differently, but you’re still my family.” We ought to be able to eat Thanksgiving dinner together without the mashed potatoes needing a neutral observer. And when somebody does apologize, maybe we could let them. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Apology accepted.” Even if they’re on the other side. You don’t have to make them crawl through broken glass or demand they change every other opinion they’ve ever had before you accept that they meant it. I can give somebody credit for something good without agreeing with everything they believe. You can accept my apology without joining my team. Surely we can figure that much out. Maybe that’s how we start coming back together. A few more people willing to say, “I was wrong,” and a few more willing to say, “We’re good.” Although, if the future of society really is riding on my behavior, you probably ought to have a backup plan.

Nobody talks about their “love language” anymore. Remember when every woman you dated gave you that briefing? “Mine is words of affirmation and quality time.” Honey, mine is you picking a restaurant before we run out of gas. Then suddenly everybody had an “attachment style.” I didn’t even get fluent in your love language, and now there’s a different problem with the way I hug you. Then it was “protecting my peace.” Funny how your peace always needs protecting immediately after you’ve disturbed mine. Now it’s “regulating my nervous system.” So let me get this straight. I’ve got to learn your language, figure out your attachments, protect your peace, and now troubleshoot your wiring? Men are like, I wanted to be your boyfriend. How did I become your IT department? Have you tried putting your phone down and turning yourself off for eight hours?

If Open Range is on, I’m watching it. Same with Tombstone. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen them. Apparently, I need to make sure they still end the same way. I’ve always loved a good western. Good versus evil. Overcoming adversity. People finding out what they’re made of when standing up for what’s right starts costing them something. Those stories have always meant something to me. So I decided to try writing one. My first western kicks off The McCallister Saga, and it starts with two brothers who spent thirty years building something worth protecting. Boone and Silas McCallister built Twin Horizons out of Texas dust, grit, and everything they had. Then the railroad comes to Ironwood, bringing money, opportunity, and men in clean boots with plans for somebody else’s land. Silas sees a future for a town that desperately needs one. Boone sees the end of everything they worked for. And suddenly, two brothers who’ve spent their lives fighting side by side are standing on opposite sides of the fence. How do you protect your family when you can’t agree on what’s threatening it? If you love a good western, I hope you’ll give mine a read. By the time I finished writing it, I already had an idea for the next book. Now I’d love to hear from you: Should I saddle up for another one? You can find it on Amazon. Thanks for giving this old storyteller a chance to take you somewhere new. 🤠 Here’s the link amzn.to/4z1Cab6

Good Morning McGrewCrew. I know it’s almost noon but I had 3 shows last night on the ship. One late night adult show! All were great shows but I didn’t get to sleep until almost 3am. So.. GOOD MORNING

Boobs are Anti-Woke. Who knew? Real People Knew!!

I know what my family is getting for Christmas dinner

All shaming needs to be brought back! Shame is a great tool to keep people healthy in so many ways

Whatever happened to chasing down answers about Fauci and COVID? Did we finish that story while I was in the bathroom? Because I remember a whole lot of questions, and apparently the final answer was, “Anyway, here’s what’s trending.” I’d still like to know who knew what, who funded what, and whether anybody lied to the public or Congress. I realize that’s a lot to ask. Somebody would have to investigate. Maybe even make a phone call. And that preemptive pardon? Well, that certainly helped clear everything up. Nothing puts questions to rest like announcing ahead of time that there won’t be consequences for anything covered by it. Very reassuring. Really gives you that warm, transparent-government feeling. Is there any reporters still digging?? I’d just like their work to get the attention we give a celebrity unfollowing another celebrity. We can reconstruct a Hollywood breakup down to the last deleted emoji, but getting straight answers about decisions that affected the entire country apparently requires a FULL archaeological expedition! What question do YOU still want answered? The research funding? The origins? The decisions about schools and businesses? And what would actual accountability look like to you? I’m looking for something a little more substantial than, “Mistakes were made.” That’s what you say when you back into a neighbor’s mailbox, not when you poison a population

There are a whole lot of new folks here, and I just wanted to say WELCOME! I’m happy you found me, and I appreciate you following along. To everybody who’s been here awhile, thanks for sticking around. You had plenty of opportunities to leave. If you’re enjoying the laughs here and want a little more, I’d love for you to pick up a copy of my book, KEEP IT MCGREWVY. It’s a collection of funny stories and comedy essays. Basically, it’s more of me, but you can close the book when you’ve had enough. People in real life wish I came with that feature. Thanks for being here, sharing my stuff, and giving this comedian more people to talk to. Make yourselves at home, and let’s keep it McGrewvy! a.co/d/036n2GY1

I’ve been saying this for decades. Call it WorkFare

What if the light at the end of the tunnel is just an open refrigerator in another dimension?

Maybe déjà vu is just the universe forgetting it already told you this crap.

Apparently, I’ve committed a terrible offense. I said something nice about Taylor Swift. My post hit 1.7 million views, and now I’m getting people telling me I caved to the Taylor Swift fans, that I got bullied into apologizing, and that I’m a simp. No, folks. I didn’t cave. I didn’t suddenly become a Swiftie. Nobody sent me a friendship bracelet. I’m still listening to George Jones. I simply saw something I thought was good and said so. What I saw was a woman who looked proud of her man. She was cheering for him. She looked happy to be his wife. And I thought, “You know what? I like that.” That’s it. Apparently, we’ve reached a point where you’re not allowed to compliment somebody unless you agree with everything they’ve ever done. I talk all the time about marriage, commitment and how nice it would be if people actually celebrated being married instead of treating marriage like some kind of temporary subscription service. So when I see a woman with millions of young women watching her, proudly standing beside her husband, I’m going to say that’s a good thing. I don’t care if her name is Taylor Swift or Wanda from the Waffle House. And here’s the part I really mean, Taylor Swift is a role model to a lot of women. I’m not a big Taylor Swift fan. I don’t know half the songs. But if she can make being proud of your husband, loving your marriage and cheering for your man look cool to millions of women, I’m all for it. Maybe somebody watching her thinks, “You know what? I want that.” That matters. And men, by the way, this works both ways. Give her something to be proud of. Be the guy she wants to brag about. Love your woman. Stand beside her. Make her feel like she made a good decision. So no, Taylor Swift didn’t convert me. I’m not buying a red scarf and sitting in the front row. I just saw a woman being proud of her marriage and thought, “Good for her.” If that makes me a simp, apparently I’m a simp who still has a George Jones playlist. I can live with that.

Boom 💥 WINNING!!