Posted by ListenToLeon on
December 15, 2009

Have you ever encountered someone so smelly, so rank, so musty…that his/her smell lingers on long after they’ve left? That happened to me yesterday. I performed a little stand up at Looking Glass Lounge, and after my set, this drunk dude came up to me to talk about comedy. He insisted that he had the funniest story on Earth to tell me. This “story” turned out to be a very pointless, incoherent and unfunny play-by-play description of an episode of Blind Date.
The crappy story that wasn’t a story did not bother me. What upset me was the foul smell coming from this guy. It was like dirt, dried sweat, outdoors, foot and ass, coming together like Voltron. If anybody doubts that I’m a nice person, the fact that I actually listened to this guy’s pointless story and withstood his all-out assault on my nostrils should prove that I am kind to a fault. I really should have asked one of the bartenders for access to the cleaning products so I could throw a can of Comet on the guy, or repeatedly spray him with Lysol. Read the rest of this entry »