So my wife and I went out last night to see Carlos Mencia at the Hard Rock Casino here in Hollywood. For those of you who have been in underground for the last couple of years the Hard Rock is where Anna Nicole Smith died. Well we had seats about four rows back from the center stage and they seemed to be in a great spot. But about four minutes into the show we had two of the fattest, tallest and smelliest fuckers in the world sitting right in front of us. The guy who was sitting in front of my wife was about five times the size of her. And his wife, who was sitting in front of yours truly, was about three times the size me. What nerve huh?
Carlos Mencia was funny as hell but it was extremely hard to get into the show as all we could see were the hot dog rolls on the back of this couple’s necks. And every time Carlos moved to where we could “kind of” see him, these fatasses moved their heads in the way. It was almost like these people were doing this shit intentionally. Not to mention that one of them kept farting profusely and it smelled like someone had actually shit on the floor in front of us. Why stuff like this happens to me all the time I don’t know. But the next time it does I’m calling the Fat People Police.
DG











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