I just got back from the Jim Norton show at the Improv, which was awesome. I went with Will, Pugs, Kelly, and some other people. Sitting at the table next to us was some dingy broad who was coked up more then a Columbian drug mule with a busted condom up their ass... not that there's anything wrong with that, that's my kind of lady. Except she wouldn't shut the fuck up. It was like a Chatty Cathy doll, without the personality.
What the fuck is wrong with people? Who the hell goes to a Comedy Club and talks during the act? I could understand people doing that during Dave Little's act, but this was the headliner for fuck's sake. This is what people paid money to see, and you've got the gaul to pull out your cellphone? I contemplated throwing an ashtray at the blithering hosebag. If this was an Islamic country, she would of been drug on stage and given a facial from an AK-47. No wonder terrorists think we're soft.