Free Sunday Standup = Free Laughs + maybe a little fart that squeaks out
Going to free stand up comedy shows is like trying to swallow pills made for horses: sometimes it goes well, other times it just doesn’t and you want to die. About a year ago I went to a small standup show in a backroom the size of a refrigerator and sat on the backseat of an old Chrysler mini-van. The first few acts heartily blew. Then a kid from Boston came out and lit everyone up. He was ripping on the JMZ and weaved in a stallion cop who spoke English with a noticeable bray. You had to be there.
The point is, when you go to a free comedy show you are only gambling with your time, which as a true brokeass, really isn’t money.
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