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Hey, you. Yeah, the unkempt, sweaty dude with the pickled pig knuckle in your grip. We know you originally ripped out this newspaper page to wipe the grease from your chin, because you certainly don’t read us, but the name Reverend Bob Levy flipped an electrical impulse and you fist-pumped, spraying swine sediment all over the front of your threadbare Killers of Comedy T-shirt. And, yes, you also managed to string together the letters that form Yucko the Clown. Congratulations, genius.
The Reverend, presently working Howard Stern’s roll call, innocently mispronounces and misspells words, generating mirth aplenty over the Sirius satellite net, while his standup routine, complete with trademark black-leather jacket, encompasses insightful gems sprinkled throughout with, “Go fuck yourself!”
What, and miss the show?
The not-so-good Rev and the nasty-ass put-down clown perform at Club Mardi Gras & VooDoo Lounge.
Fri., June 5, 8 p.m.; Sat., June 6, 8 & 10:30 p.m., 2009
