I've known Dov for a few years but only last week did I stop calling him Dave, which is what his name should be. He's the kind of guy that in high school would've called me a faggot as I passed the Smokers Area, but hey, what can I expect wearing Ocean Pacific sleeveless muscle shirts with white clamdiggers. Very natural, cool storyteller, cool dude.
I'm a sucker for bits about horror movies. Plus his name could either be a comedian, a CFL quarterback, or a brand of durable, outdoor paint. All fantastic choices.
This guy I loved because he was on the first news parody show, Not Necessarily the News, which I watched constantly as a kid. He had this segment called "Sniglets". Now a "sniglet" is any word that doesn't appear in the dictionary, but should. For example, MEMNANTS (mem' nents) n. the chipped or broken M&M's at the bottom of the bag. I could not get enough of this stuff.
Tig couldn't be more relaxed on stage, which always helps when watching stand-up comedy. Granted, the ludes are a big part of it, as is the puff of 'Trainwreck' sativa just before her set. But hey, I've got about 10 CCs of horse tranquilizer racing through my nads right now, so who am I to judge? Who am I, Judge Judy? I am NOT fucking Judge Judy. So don't even. Tired of this enabling bul..,.m./fhgn.mnfd.dfkm;.m.mffff