I met a creepy man at the bar after my stand up show the other night. He kept telling me that he was from Miami and that his family owns most of the buildings in Hoboken, NJ. I guess he was trying to impress me...whatever. Real estate and geographical locations usually don't impress me as much as phrenology or, say, hair product purchases. He also informed me that his father helped Roger Dangerfield start the famous New York City club. Anyway, he told me that I am a star and I obviously don't have the proper representation. He offered to take me on for 6 months to "see what I could do in that time". He promised Letterman, Leno, tours...gold, hoboken buildings, etc. Then he looked at my boobs and licked his lips, over and over and over again.
If I had a dollar for every time this happened, I could finance this blog and global warming efforts. I like greenhouse gasses yo.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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