Forward from: Luxury Problems
Хорошая шутка Дейва Шапелла о мужской угрозе и постоянном страхе, в котором вынуждены жить женщины:
I used to do shows for drug dealers that wanted to clean their money up. One time I did a real good set, and these motherfuckers called me into the back room. They gave me $25,000 in cash. I jumped on the subway and started heading towards Brooklyn at one o’clock in the morning. Never been that terrified in my life.
I’d never in my life had something that somebody else would want. I thought to myself, “Jesus Christ, if motherfuckers knew much money I had in this backpack, they’d kill me for it.” Then I thought: “Holy shit, what if I had a pussy on me all the time? That’s what women are dealing with.”
If those same drug dealers gave me a pussy and said, “Put it in your backpack and take it to Brooklyn,” I’d be like, “Nigga, I can’t accept this.”
(Шапелл — едва ли не лучший американский комик; если вы ничего о нем не слышали, посмотрите этот очерк NYT и его стендапы на Netflix.)
I used to do shows for drug dealers that wanted to clean their money up. One time I did a real good set, and these motherfuckers called me into the back room. They gave me $25,000 in cash. I jumped on the subway and started heading towards Brooklyn at one o’clock in the morning. Never been that terrified in my life.
I’d never in my life had something that somebody else would want. I thought to myself, “Jesus Christ, if motherfuckers knew much money I had in this backpack, they’d kill me for it.” Then I thought: “Holy shit, what if I had a pussy on me all the time? That’s what women are dealing with.”
If those same drug dealers gave me a pussy and said, “Put it in your backpack and take it to Brooklyn,” I’d be like, “Nigga, I can’t accept this.”
(Шапелл — едва ли не лучший американский комик; если вы ничего о нем не слышали, посмотрите этот очерк NYT и его стендапы на Netflix.)