I made the mistake of going to one of those once, it was the longest night of my life. Listening to him making up poems as he goes along is unbelievably painful.
Been there, done that. Ended up having to buy a Boost Mobile, just to get out of the place.
Brilliant salesman that Lenny, despite all the black hair dye and crying.
They were probably so grateful that some-one actually sat through the whole evening without being tied to the chair. After listening to Lenny's dismal poetry for that long how depressed were you by the time you got out?
At first I thought you meant that you were being held there against your will, but the embarrassment tells me you have chosen to stay there.
Oh no, you've gone over to the dark side haven't you?
It's not too late to come back.
