And how many times you've reckoned you've played here over the years? It'd be hard to say. I guess, like 28 years, I used to do it maybe twice a year. Probably, and we did all our open mic nights and everything else. I've probably done, although I messed up my math, I don't remember how much it is, but probably 200-300 shows. And you've played clubs all. I mean, is there... Talk about... There's not many comedy clubs. Well, up in New England, stuff like that, I have a work. But there's not many comedy clubs that I have a work in. And the punchline is... It stays the same. I remember when this building... this actual room was up here. I mean, they ran... basically ran comedy in the south out of that little room over there with all the desks, pushed up against the wall. Ron De Nanzio and Dave Monsanto and my manager Chris DePeta started this thing to ground up. And I believe, I may be wrong, but I want to say maybe 81-82. And Chris saw me over to another club down... used to be down for the storage facility, isn't out on it. Pete Mott and Roswell Road, and I just run through the rain and he heard me tell a couple of jokes. And became my manager about a year later, so... But this is the second place I ever told a joke in Atlanta, Georgia. I could do a Richard Pryor impression, and I wrote about three jokes, and that's how I started. But in those days, you could go out on the road with ten minutes. You know, make 300 dollars a week doing the same ten minutes over and over. And now I don't think I can say my name in ten minutes. I'm the circle male. All ten is trick-toes and it's like... Hey, you're on your... Oh, Marty Stewart's songs, and it's like... Thank you, Travis! I don't want to sit here with Marty Stewart, he was an instrumental prodigy, and played professional bluegrass bands for his man. That's hard enough. What's really tough is talking to your parents and letting them go on the road with a bluegrass band before you're met. I'm a deity, and I'm going to get that car and throw it in the cowboy hatch. I'm going to go stand on a plywood stage and play this with that big book of bone chairs. I already quit still. Well, you'll be careful. I mean, I was relatively humorous when I was down. My father wouldn't let me go out on the road. One person's hitting these jokes into my... I don't go home and get ten friends and run them back. Sitting the front row, they're staring at me. I'm giving away a rickshaw and fucking get up there with a bluegrass band. You're killing her! Oh, Neil Young's songs, and it's like... What do you believe all the loaders that we've opened before? I go, what do you mean? Hell, you're Canadian. There's 12 of you all over there. All Bruce Spring's thing, so I'm just... You got a new jersey, they love Bruce Spring's thing. It's the boys, it's Neil Jersey. But every song he ever sang was about how much Neil Jersey saw. Maybe I'll keep the flip down and Neil Jersey. I got a pie and a derl of the color. I got a gun, fuck out of the state. No Jersey's coming back. I'm not the one who's the girl's mistaken. Maybe it was a wronged way in my hometown. Last time I sold her, she came to 100 miles away. She used to stop traffic, known it turns a shoulder of a mountain. Looks like Roy Orbis, 1774. She's living off the fat of the land. She's your thyroid. You never saw a bread home and doing that shit to Georgia. Anybody who ever saw the almond brothers knows exactly what I'm talking about. Bro, go on, let him know so he can be a fuck if you're at the show. He can be playing in a gusty. You can be back in your labor. No, the trailer girl. Bro, go on, let him know so he can be a fuck if you're at the show. He can be playing in a gusty. You can be back in your labor. No, the trailer girl. No, we live, we live here. We know him. The man bred up on his face, player. Get the butt right away. You don't remember Rock n' Roll, it's over. You missed it. Rock n' Roll, the tower can have a check. Barry, about 1952. It's like a football game that had just started. Nobody was excited about the game. It's over. It's over. Rock n' Roll, it's over. Now Rock n' Roll is like a football game that's over. Everybody's hurt while they're not in the locker room. Where is your foot? My mom doesn't care. My parents aren't even here. It's a ball of chocolate. Come here! You're a good push. You were ready, Mom. I think Greg Olin's singing that. Greg Olin was married to Cher. They have a son in his mid-30s. Cher's daughter just became a man. And I thought, what the fuck? That wasn't going to be a little older, but... What is your stupidest guy?