You see white people have names like Lenny whereas black people have names like Carl. Okay yes, I exaggerate, but that was the basic premise I got from my trip to see Tommy Davidson last weekend. I met up with my old college friends and it was a late night. That could have altered my perception of funny, but the whole time, I just didn't get it.
I guess they could be called improv skills, but for me he had some serious ADD. He would start a bit, go back to an earlier bit and then start a third. I was ready to skip all three and go home. I was more focused on getting my two drink minimum. I think to wash this bad taste from my brain, I'll get some old episodes of In Living Color. At least then I can control the volume if he goes all manic again.
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