First of all, I’m on the Arsenio Hall show! Second of all, I’m backstage with R. Kelly! Thee R Kelly, KEEP IT ON THE DOWN LOW R. KELLY. I’m about to tell some jokes, and you never know how you’re gonna be received. I feel so good right now, and this crowd is hot. And my gear! I’m feeling so fresh. I feel sexy, and It’s not because I hear R. Kelly singing in the other room. I wanna give a big thanks to Arsenio Hall, All my fans, my manager, my agency, my crew of assistants, and the support of my family, that includes everyone I’m related to.
Tiger Woods was caught with over fifteen hoes, and his golf game has not been the same since. Yes, he lost his family and that alone would be devastating for many people, but is it possible that his needs and the rush that comes from living an infidel lifestyle has affected his talent? Does he have to have a marriage he can be unfaithful to in order to succeed? Many sports are more of a mental game than a physical one. I hate to see a player’s competitive fire stripped. If you look in his eyes, you can see the insecurity. I don’t think he’ll ever be able to recover, and it has nothing to do with injuries. His need fed his competitive drive.
The other night I was approached by a mature female fan who asked me to sign her breast. The request made me curious, so I glanced at her set. They were big, actually pretty big. I noticed she already had a signature on the smaller one. I chose not to sign this woman’s breast. Not because she obviously asked me second, or because I was arguing with my lady that night, and didn’t want her snooping on facebook to find some picture of me groping, I mean signing some, (In her words) ‘bitches boob.’ It’s just something I tend to steer away from. I’m married and in a business that supplies many offers daily whether it’s cocaine, after parties, or boob signing, so after you’ve done it a thousand times, the thrill is gone, and you are able to pass, and have everyone look at you in awe because you passed on the chance to see some cougar boobs. Plus, she had on a llama print bra. I like leopard.
So me and my lady are walking out of the store. She’s checking the receipt like women do, when this old playa approaches from behind. I’d say around 60 years old and from Africa. He’s like is this your sister? I say Naw, that’s my wife. And then he’s like, Well, you have a nice wife. And then I say “I know I have a nice wife!” I look at her and even louder I say, “Is this old playa tryna get slapped in front of Walmart!?” Rhetorical, but you gotta let these grandfathers know. So I grabbed his cane and kicked it in the street. Security was looking but I knew he wouldn’t bother us. He looked like that person who says, They don’t pay me enough to be fighting crime out here.”
As funny as you are, you’re still like, “I hope there’s a line at this show.” When no one is there, it’s not fun. I don’t care what people say. Some people say, “I don’t care if it’s 1 or 1000.” I’ll be honest, I perform differently if there’s 4 people vs. 900 in the audience. I’m gonna have A LOT more fun with the 900 people. At the end of the show with the 4 people, I’m probably gonna apologize and give them some free tickets to a future show. Shoot, I’ll probably be apologizing for the entire performance. It’s nothing like being in front of 900 audience members who came to laugh. Those 4 people should have been at THAT show, and the one with the 4 people should have been canceled. Whoever is reading this right now, I need you to look at my schedule make sure there is NEVER only 4 people at any show where people came to see me. Best, MEW
I use to play girl’s softball until one day this aggressive left hander hit me with the pitch and I felt like she did it on purpose. That was the second inside pitch in a row, and remember she’s left handed and I bat right, so it was forced, so I rushed the mound and tackled her before anyone else could come in between us. She was cussing, calling me a chump, and said I needed to stop telling jokes about ugly girls. That’s when I knew it was personal. I had her pinned down, and someone was pulling on my neck and I couldn’t breathe really, but I yelled to her that I wasn’t even talking about her and she needs to grow up and be a fan or stop coming to my shows being all judgmental. I did all that while being choked. I got ejected which was messed up b/c I’m the one who got hit and battered. I also hold the record as the only dude ever to get thrown out of a girl’s softball game in the Rancho Cordova Woman’s Softball League. I still don’t know who was choking me from the back.