Fats: “Yo, if you ain’t trying to go out with me, I ain’t
trying to give out no surfboards.”I may have my issues, but I ain’t hooking up with some
fat ass for free surfboards. Hell no.
ͳen I ran into him at the comedy club, and he saw me
get onstage and demolish it. Everything was diĉerent after
that. Now he treats me like I’m one of the homies. Like I’m a
fellow colleague.
I love that, and now he’s a good friend of mine. He ain’t
trying to take me out to dinner or nothing like that. He
respects me as a comedian.
Which before, he probably just thought I was one of
them chicks saying I do comedy, trying to get pregnant by
somebody rich. ’Cause some girls do that out here.
I had something worse happen with another comic I’ve
decided not to name. I’ll call him Rumpelstiltskin. I knew
him, because some of my friends opened for him when he
went on the road.
Tiffany: “Hey Rumpelstiltskin, I would love to open up
for you, you should let me open up for you.”Rumpelstiltskin: “I can’t take you on the road.”Tiffany: “Why?”Rumpelstiltskin: “Unless you opening up those legs,
you can’t go nowhere.”