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Clown
The comedian put on a rainbow afro wig, a red rubber nose, and stuck a slide whistle up her ass. She could use her butt to make the whistle sing, and several people found this funny.
"Think she's had enough?" asked Megan.
"Yeah, but that wig and nose are glued on. Nose will come off in a couple of days if she doesn't go to the ER first, wig will require her to chop her hair off."
The comedian finished "her" act and hurried off stage.
The girls decided to head to the club's bar for drinks. The comedian came in later, back in her regular clothes. She plopped down at the bar, wig and nose still on her. "Give me something big and strong and quick!" she said gruffly.
"Coming right up," said the bartender.
"That wush the worsh fuckin' acts I've ever sheen," said a voice.
The witches and comedian turned to see a drunk woman at the the of the bar.

"Fuck off," said the comedian.
"I'm funnier than yoush is," said the woman. "I've sheen dog shit funnier thans you."
"Miss, you've had enough," said the bartender.
"I's can handles it," she said. "Maybe if I gets drunker, thish bitch will get funny."
"We said she had enough," said Megan. "She doesn't need this bitch piling on."
The three agreed.
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