To laugh or to be tortured, that is the question.

So we went to the Just for Laughs Gala hosted by the great Lewis Black and I gotta say, I don’t understand people who go to the St-Denis Theatre to see galas or shows or any kind of event. That place sucks!

First, the seats were ass shitty. I had the feeling they were used in a James Bond movie to torture 007.

Second, the lineup was a little disappointing. We were expecting to see Mike McDonald, instead we ended up at McDonald’s for a Coke and a Flurry. That little Indian dude was quite cool though. But most of ‘em were just “Huh, ok”. Lewis Black was great, but he wasn’t on long enough. I would have taken more.

Third, that fucking asshole seating in front of me, who was a dirty imitation of a Bob Marley wannabe meeting Zack De La Rocha, kept me from watching the show. I actually had to watch part of it on the TV screen set up at the front of the room. And even then, the lady 2 or 3 rows in front was often hiding that screen. So I listened to all of it, but saw part of it. And then, after the intermission, what seemed to be the father of that piece of shit, sat in front of me…they switched place. I thought I would finally see the stage, but I was wrong. That tall motherfucker with his large fucking head kept acting like a freaking bubblehead and kept me from seeing most of the second part. And, he was laughing so goddamn loud, I think he actually spat his guts on the people seating in front of him.

So the overall experience at the St-Denis was kinda assholish. But Lewis Black was great. And the subway ride was…let’s say, interesting. We went from old dried up cunt to young nice fresh meat (in a matter of speaking). And in the midst of all that, a couple of real fucking ugly people.

Although the show was alright, the rest of the evening was great: great dinner. I was a Baton Rouge virgin (and I’m not talking about a red bat as in fucked too hard and it turned red, I am not interested in that at all), but the hamburger was good. The waiter was a little fucked up I think, but he allowed me to find some good material. By the way, your watch is too fucking huge! Get a smaller one or jerk offe more often to grow a bigger arm. Stop wearing Big Ben on your arm asshole.

Next stop Vegas, then Louis-José Houde. It’s still gonna be legen… dairy!