We were talking about the Bachelorette Party, the bane of the comedy thing, but I had a group of women in Sioux City, Sioux Falls. I can't remember which one, but came in late, sat in, took over the whole show, just wouldn't shut up, you know, and I do my stock lines about quieting people

down and they're not gonna, and they're gonna make it all

about themselves the whole night and it got to the point where the crowd's like going you

know kick them out and stuff and then finally like I have this rage that I don't

love or I'm proud of but you know it's there and so so finally I go okay you want the show to be about you you know and it's like

And I really don't know what I'm saying during that. I'm serious serious it's just like you know and

Sanger just pure yeah and so I stopped because the crowd's cheering because by the way

like a comedy club people love love tension, they love conflict.

You know what I mean?

A bar is never empty because you said, hey two guys are getting along in the parking lot,

let's watch.

So the crowd's cheering and then I go back and I start doing my act and all of a sudden one of the women in the middle of the group stands up and she's sobbing and she goes,

I'm not a whore, it's my birthday.

Oh my God.

Because apparently in the middle of the diatribe.

I called her a horn, I don't remember it.

Wow, I'm not a whore.

It's my birthday. That's a good t-shirt. Maybe that'll be my that's going to be my

get or done that's going to be my I'll be selling them after shows. You get, I'm not a heart, it's my birthday.

I show, I hold a t-shirt up at the end of my set.

It is bizarre how many people that think that they have like some license to be a

cunt because it's their birthday. Well just so weird. It's my birthday weekend too.

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