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Last night Rory and I did a benefit show at Club 5. Last time I was there as a collegian a jewish sorority girl told me: "I am rolling my a$$ off right now" as 'x' was quite the rage at the time for rich kids. I ended up getting so drunk there, that I did not recognize my own reflection in the mirror and became bewildered when I couldn't find the other man I was seeing when I turned around to look. Good times.

Last night, the scene was very different. There was a hurricane Katrina benefit there. It was casino night at 5. Patrons paid some money and then received fake $ to gamble with and then received donated prizes based on how well they did ( I lost everything just like the real vegas. Can't wait to go back and see it again). The point? It was the least conducive environment for a comedy show in the history of the free world (there may have been some tough times in evil empires, Stalin's USSR, and other cutthroat monarchies along the way). No one paid attention. Rory said 2 great things:
1) he said the worst part is that there were a ton of people that are going to leave there thinking that the comedians really sucked when in reality it was their suckiness that ruined the show.
2) He said that if the people didn't laugh at his jokes at a hurricane Benefit Show, then the hurricanes win.

There were a couple of really nice folks there; they were married. I forgot the guy's name because he was a guy and its not important for me to remember guys' names because I don't want to meet any more new guys for any reason. I know plenty of guys. I went to an all guys high school, I played baseball on several out of school teams, and then in college. I'm good on guys. No new ones thanks. Anyway, his wife was really cool and her name is Stephanie. Stephanie works for Alase and was surprised to find out that I have a joke about Alase. Good times. They were the only people that listened through the whole show. Great couple. I hope they come to the show at Topaz on the 22nd that will crush like heavy stuff dropped from on high. For tickets email satelliteshows@gmail.com .

Another girl listened sometimes. I accused her of being salty. She claimed she was not salty. To prove it, she came up to the stage and I licked her arm. It was awkward like when you first call a girl and she doesn't remember you. Our buddy Jay that hosted the show gave her a fake $1000 and told her to do whatever I wanted. Hilarity and tomfoolery in one sitting.

Come to TS Muttley's tonight. I'm doing about 20 minutes. Show starts at 8:30.

Holler