Clareified

The only bar in Brooklyn that I ever frequented with any…um…frequency…closes its door at month end. Sad. I remember the many times Kaz djayed (a guy once playing djaying on me in a Scrabble game.) or Ugarles’ many Pant Hoot hostings. Actually, I was there for the last Pant Hoot last night. I suppose he was totally inspired by Obama’s race speech because it was the blackest Pant Hoot yet…with twice as many black comics. (Pant Hoot now with 100 percent more black comics.)

Hmm…what were the hilights? Oh, this one guy pwned Ugarles and was all “Prospect Leffert Gardens?? Man, you live in Flatbush! Ask the old black guy on your black…he’ll tell you.”

Then there was this guy that was all “do you think racists are tired of being stereotyped? Are they like…look, I’m not from the South, I don’t like Nascar and I am literate…I just hate blacks and Jews.”

And he was like “I live in Williamsburgh. The people in my neighborhood can best be characterized as people who think being white was some ironic choice they made.”

Oh, and probably my favorite joke was “Yeah…I’m black…but actually I am biracial. See, my mom was black and my dad was absent.” HAHAHAHAHA

Oh, he also told a cellphone joke that made me think of my own cellphone joke. His was like..why do people have so many numbers in their cellphone, when they only call like five of them. Mine was “so, do you ever just save numbers in your cellphone just to make sure you never answer a call from that person ever again?”
Oh, there was a chick comic who was like “I’m a nanny…but I fucking hate the kids I watch. You know…they are so annoying, I’m just like, it would even make a pedophile question his choices.” It was funnier in person. So was the “why is it so many great people died on 9/11, but you somehow survived…why wasn’t your family out there with fliers looking for you” joke, so I won’t retell it here.

Ugarles, evidently has gotten lazy and unveiled no new material, so I didn’t even get to boo him.

Oh, but as my reward for attending the last Pant Hoot, he told me the Scrabble joke, that he witheld from me because I didn’t go to some other show last year.
“So, this guy just doesn’t understand how Scrabble works. He plays Transam and I’m like…that’s not a word, dude. e just looks at me and says ‘if Transam aint a word, you tell me how I got here tonight.”

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