ike wrote:
KaliMa wrote:
A boyfriend took me to a comedy club once, and the headliner (a well-known comedian whose name I have blessedly forgotten) didn't have a single joke that wasn't about sex or feces. I actually have referred to him ever since as "Mr. Sex & sh**", hence my forgetting his real name.
Andrew Dice Clay I'm guessing. I've never been bothered by swearing... my problem with Clay was that his act was unimaginative and not funny.
Hickory dickory dock, dis chick was suckin' my c*ck? No, I'd have refused to go see that piece of trash. You're right, though, he also is all sex and sh*t. But this was a different unimaginative, unfunny nitwit. Thanks, though, for trying to help
Back in the 80's radio stations would play clips of comedy albums during the morning show so I had already heard all this guy's jokes. My boyfriend, however, had not heard "I slept with a bag lady and woke up with paper cuts", even though I had heard it years before. Maybe that joke will identify him, although it doesn't matter who he was since I imagine he's dead by now. Anybody who would spead years putting no effort into his livlihood probably had a drug or alcohol problem keeping him from caring about his work.