Dave Attell Show Review
Chaplins' Comedy Club. Somewhere near Roseville, Michigan. Friday, March 31, 2006
Dude was funny. You know, the kind of funny that makes you feel a little uncomfortable on the inside. Many times I'd wished I was recording the show so I could post some of the side-splittin' hilarity on the web. But I didn't. I was tape-recording with my mind though and damn if I can't use that old technology anymore. Where can I buy a tape player? Do you even know what a tape player is? I guess what I'm trying to say here is, Dave wants to start a family. Anyway, Dave pushed the envelope of comedy as usual last Friday, some old folks call it blue, I call it funny. Would I see him again, yes. He's the kind of guy I could imagine sitting around drinking with pretending I was on a fishin' trip. I give the show a solid A-.
The venue sucks though. Chaplin needs to do some redecorating and isolate the idiots away from the comics and set the place up like a theater. Man, I wish I had the cash to purchase that place and renovate it. Anyone want to front me some cash? I have great ideas, but can't make enough money to get ahead enough to take a chance. And the $5 mini-drinks, come on Hitler, show us some love.
Lastly a giant Fuck You to the birthday jackass who thought he was the star of the show. White-Shirt-wearin', trailer-park-livin', no-job-havin', fat fuck. Try your "hilarious" one liners out on your sister while she's riding your dad before the show next time. See if they kill there.