>>936782167Lemme tell you somethinโ, cocksuckaโlast Friday, Iโm doin' a late spot at The Laugh Lounge, 11:45 p.m., place is packed, right? Good crowd. Good vibe. Then this... this thing rolls in. Not a man. Not a woman. Just... J-Tard.
Iโm talkinโ pale, leaky, sittinโ in a chair that smelled like an old mop bucket in a bus terminal. Brother... he had a fuckinโ racecar steerin' wheel in his lap. No car. Just the wheel. Lookinโ around like heโs in Monaco or some shit.
Heโs wearinโ a Ric Flair wig that looked like it got chewed up by a ferret and spit out at a pawn shop. And heโs spinnin' in circles in the back of the room goinโ โNEEEEOWWWWMMMMโ like a five-year-old who drank NyQuil and gasoline.
Iโm tryna do a bit about bein' in prison, and this mutantโs yellin' โREAL MEN WATCH FORMULA ONE!โ at full volume like heโs callin' a fuckin' horse race.
THENโAND I SWEAR ON UNCLE JUNIORโS GHOSTโhe whips out a butt plug mid-show, and this thing's covered in shit. He starts bragginโ about his โHerman Miller lumbar supportโ while his infected dick's leakinโ onto the carpet like a busted bag of soup. Club owner comes out with a mop and a look in his eye like he just saw God fart.
You donโt understand. The smell hit me like a Vietnam flashback. I had to stop my set. I said โGet him outta here before he fuses to the fuckinโ floor.โ Security didnโt even touch him. They just put a trail of season one Drake and Josh DVDs out the front door like bait.
He left spinnin'. Like a haunted desk chair on rollerblades. Screaming somethin' about how men with chins are โpart of the Deep State.โ I said, โBro, your mother shouldโve swallowed you and saved us all a dry cleaning bill.