So I'm at the comedy club yesterday…. Yeah, I went on stage last. There were about four people in the audience… Good times. So I do my act… Lots of laughs… sure, I just didn't hear them very well. And I just didn't care too much. So I do some “blue material”, the “R” rated stuff. What do I care? Right? I mean the owner was in the back counting her money, she's not paying any mind to this stupid kid from El Paso, Tx.
   So I say… “Hey! I was reading the newspaper… yeah, I can read. So, I read that some doctors seperated a couple of one year old siamease twins. And I was thinking… Two 1 yr. old girls… Joined at the head. At the head! Damn, I bet R. Kelly would've loved that!” They laughed… Then booed at me. Then I laughed. So I closed it up with some Andrew “Dice” Clay: “Speaking of pediphiles… I was fucking my little sister the other day… And I broke the crib!”
They fuckin' laughed! I got the hell off the stage before I got shot. I was walking out and the owner stops me. “I've been watching you since you started coming here.”
I say, “I haven't had a set that good enough to make me CUM… here.”
She laughs and says, “Come back on Friday. I'll put you on the show. I can't pay you, but I want to see you on a real show, with a real audience.”
I said, “I'll try to be here.” And I walked out.
So here's the good part… I'm walking towards Broadway from 45th St. In the heart of Times Square. I notice a big comotion at Planet Hollywood, so I stop to see whats going on. There's a “Who's Who” party there and the red carpet is out. The limos are pulling up and dropping off people. The cameras are flashing, the people are going crazy. Then who comes out!?!?!? Chris! So I say, “Bitch! Paint my house!” And he turns around and looks at me… “CHARLIE! What up!” And I shake Chris Rock's hand, and I leave.