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Katt Williams - is officially the MAN of comedy.  He tells a story like you’re his buddy just chillin on the sidelines watching his shenanigans.  The physical aspect of his comedy is about as funny as the leadup conversation.  There were plenty of “motherfuckers” to go around and lots of “niggas”, so depending on your comfort level with strong language and your racial sensitivity rating, this may or may not be a show for you. 

To start off, his deejay is off the hook - so sorry, I don’t actually remember his name, and I didn’t even partake of the adult beverages being offered.  The best part of the pre-show warmup was people watching.  You all know what I’m talking about, because you’ve all done it.  You like to look at those big mommas in their too-tight pants and muffin tops spilling over as much as you enjoy laughing at the 4 inch, silver stilettos on the pencil thin ladies who KNOW they just stepped off the pages of Vogue Magazine.  Then there’s the hair - it was not as extravagant as I’ve seen, but there were definitely some finely sculpted frocks in the audience, which did not go unnoticed by the comics.

The emcee was pretty good, he introduced a male rapper and a female hip-hop artist.  They were alright, pretty catchy tunes, but nothing I’ve heard before.  He kept it going to the warm up comediennes - they were off the hook!!!  The two ladies were both very funny and had a lot of interesting perspectives.  I can relate to the first one - she just doesn’t like kids.  Not that I completely don’t, but they are not an integral part of who I am, thank goodness.  And, she hates cheep toilet paper.  She and I share a brain - I’m convinced of it, though she’s smoked hers out a few times more than I ever have. 

The second lady, Big Leslie, was OUT OF CONTROL and I mean that in a good way.  She had the entire crowd pounding the chairs in front of them, jumping out of their seats, laughing uncontrollably, and I think maybe some people peed on themselves - I’m not positive of this, but a few folks had to make a mad dash for the exit doors toward the end of her set.  She was right on with her interpretations of a female outing to the club, with the drunk chick, the whore, the driver, etcetera but she had what might be an unhealthy obsession with fellatio.  Now, there’s nothing wrong with a little of that here and there - but she jumped into the audience and was questioning the ladies on whether or not they performed this particular sex act and bopped one in the head with the microphone.  Now, this part was INCREDIBLY funny, because she also took this opportunity to point out the alien dreads, the cricket fur wrap someone was wearing (yes, I said cricket fur) and a particular Lion King look of an orange afro in the 3rd row.  This is why I will never sit in the front at a comedy show.  Lesson learned. 

NOW - the title act, Katt Williams, was everything to be desired.  He was cute, funny, quick, witty, sarcastic, and short as all hell.  He was self-deprecating but he also knew he was the shit.  He told some hysterical stories about his new motorcycle, his kid on Ritalin, and gave some good visual ideas of him and a tall woman trying to have sex.  Needless to say, there is a reason his name is in the headline.  That man covered every topic known to man and still hit on politics with the Hilary/Obama stuff.  I’m fairly sure there’s a sore leg from me smackin it every time something had me crackin’ up.  Sorry about that. 

Overall - it was WELL worth the hour and a half drive down and back to catch the show in Columbia.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but how about we find something closer - that’s rough on a work night.