comedy, beer, and a "yo mama..." joke
“Yo mama has a pussy on her hip, so she can make some money on the side.” This was Dave’s comeback to some hecklers in the audience who wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the show. Throughout the 2-hour performance people kept shouting shit out, forcing him to stop and address them. Mostly it was little drunken white boys who wanted him to act out parts of the skits from his show on Comedy Central. “Shut the fuck up, damn! I ain’t gonna act out the skits. If you wanna see that shit, go out and buy the DVD. I’m here live motherfuckers!” He took it well and was bullshitting with the audience the whole time.
The show was fuckin’ hilarious. He’s fuckin’ hilarious. It was just him and a mic on stage, no props, no set…just him. It felt as though you were just chilling with Dave and he was telling you all these fuckin’ hilarious stories. It was very relaxed. The show ran for 2 hours straight to which my buddies complained, ‘cause all the alcohol consumption and laughing didn’t make for a good combo. I’m sure there were plenty of wet seats after the show. The hot little blonde sitting directly in front of me I’m positive must have wet her seat. She couldn’t sit still for shit. Then she kept fuckin’ with the halter top she was wearing and looking up at me like I was some kind of pervert or something. Bitch please, trust me I am not even mildly interested now sit your bitch ass down and let me enjoy the show. I get that sometimes though, I’ll smile at a girl in passing trying to be polite and what do I get in return…the don’t smile at me pervert look. So now when I smile at a girl I simultaneously flip her off so that she doesn’t mistake my smile with me being interested. But I digress, my point was that the Dave Chappelle performance was fuckin’ cool.
Afterward, a few buddies and I hit up Tony Roma’s happy hour. Half-off all drinks and appetizers from 10pm till closing makes for a few happy hours indeed. I had a couple beers at the performance and I lost count of how many large Samuel Adams’, or Samuel Jackson’s I had at Tony Roma’s. I had to baby-sit my last beer, ‘cause I wanted to make sure it fit down the hatch, but most importantly I wanted to make sure my previous beers stayed down. You know when you drink so much that you feel that dangerous lump in your throat and you know it can go either way, but you hope it goes down? Well, I was so there for a bit. Soon it went away though and so did my beer. I knew I was done after that. I was glad I made the smart move of sticking with beer the whole night. I’ve learned my lesson about mixing beer and liquor the hard way. “Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear” or “Beer before liquor will make you sicker” turns out are not just nursery rhymes, they’re rules. Too much of either though, can also make you just as sick. Just ask my buddy who yacked his dinner into the trash can in the middle of this night.
All in all, it was a good time and I seriously needed it.
The show was fuckin’ hilarious. He’s fuckin’ hilarious. It was just him and a mic on stage, no props, no set…just him. It felt as though you were just chilling with Dave and he was telling you all these fuckin’ hilarious stories. It was very relaxed. The show ran for 2 hours straight to which my buddies complained, ‘cause all the alcohol consumption and laughing didn’t make for a good combo. I’m sure there were plenty of wet seats after the show. The hot little blonde sitting directly in front of me I’m positive must have wet her seat. She couldn’t sit still for shit. Then she kept fuckin’ with the halter top she was wearing and looking up at me like I was some kind of pervert or something. Bitch please, trust me I am not even mildly interested now sit your bitch ass down and let me enjoy the show. I get that sometimes though, I’ll smile at a girl in passing trying to be polite and what do I get in return…the don’t smile at me pervert look. So now when I smile at a girl I simultaneously flip her off so that she doesn’t mistake my smile with me being interested. But I digress, my point was that the Dave Chappelle performance was fuckin’ cool.
Afterward, a few buddies and I hit up Tony Roma’s happy hour. Half-off all drinks and appetizers from 10pm till closing makes for a few happy hours indeed. I had a couple beers at the performance and I lost count of how many large Samuel Adams’, or Samuel Jackson’s I had at Tony Roma’s. I had to baby-sit my last beer, ‘cause I wanted to make sure it fit down the hatch, but most importantly I wanted to make sure my previous beers stayed down. You know when you drink so much that you feel that dangerous lump in your throat and you know it can go either way, but you hope it goes down? Well, I was so there for a bit. Soon it went away though and so did my beer. I knew I was done after that. I was glad I made the smart move of sticking with beer the whole night. I’ve learned my lesson about mixing beer and liquor the hard way. “Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear” or “Beer before liquor will make you sicker” turns out are not just nursery rhymes, they’re rules. Too much of either though, can also make you just as sick. Just ask my buddy who yacked his dinner into the trash can in the middle of this night.
All in all, it was a good time and I seriously needed it.
posted by edward at 9/26/2005 10:36:00 AM
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