Here’s a pic from just before my show in Morgantown. Pictured is the pregnant chick who fired up a heater halfway into my set. I wanted to say something, but then realized I was in the minority, since no one else batted an eye. Plus, she was laughing at my jokes really hard and laughter is the best medicine. Maybe not for fetus lung cancer, but I’m no doctor. Not pictured is the asexual, amorphous genderless man/lady to my exteme right. She had the longest ass I’d ever seen. It started just below the shoulder blades and continued to about mid-hammy. It was a sight to see, but it’s kind of hard to discretely take a flash pic in a dark bar. “Excuse me, Pat from Saturday Night Live, can I get a quick shot of your two foot long backside?” The check cleared and I sold one shirt afterwards. I clearly picked the correct career path.