When Leg-Humping Is Funny

Slayton’s brand of frenetic lad-mag humor returns to Hooters


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Bobby Slayton is billed as “The Pitbull of Comedy,” and although he didn’t exactly hold on to any one throat, he did spend the night growling and snapping from one end of the stage to the other. He’s the kind of pitbull that your dinner party guests find uproariously misbehaved as he nips and sniffs and snorts and dry humps and drags his ass across your freshly cleaned, off-white Berber.

The underpinnings of his act are firmly founded in the-old-ball-and-chain jokes; East Asian facial features and speech patterns; African-American penis size; Mexican fecundity; Jewish frugality; and homosexual style awareness. He could be an ethnic-cleansing demagogue’s court jester, gleefully pronouncing that you can grow Mexicans from toenail clippings.

Some of his jokes are offensive because they are doubly clichéd—first as simply overused lines and second as widely recognized examples of racism and misogyny. To his credit, he recognizes these potential impediments (at least the former) and even chastised the audience for their antiquated taste when the crowd laughed at his request for a black man in the darkened Night Owl Showroom to smile so he could see him. “C’mon, that was Rickles from, like, ’57.”

However, he certainly doesn’t rely on stale humor, it seems he uses it as necessary grout between the fresher stuff, since the speed at which he delivers lines burns through material like his stage ego burns through tissues and hand lotion: “Hey, if the joke about premature ejaculation wasn’t funny, we’ll get back to insulting the Chinese lady in the front row. … If the audience didn’t buy the line that the easiest job in the world is being a crime sketch artist in Hong Kong (you know, because they all look the same), maybe they’ll get a kick out of the wife’s misunderstanding of the value of porn or her outsize, post-menopausal vagina.” If you haven’t figured it out yet, Slayton’s act isn’t intellectual humor. In fact, an overactive intellect will just make you squirm uncomfortably every time you laugh.

As we left, a trio of women, all Slayton veterans, were recapping their favorite moments. One woman was pleased that Slayton had been able to get in what was evidently trademark bit. She repeated the favored jibe directed at a woman during the show, “Your tits are huge; you could hang upside down from a tree and feed a whole family of …” her voice trailed off.

“I love Bobby,” her friend said. He’s my guilty pleasure.”

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