“Hey buddy, you ever go to Chinatown and try the squid lips?” he asked me at the D.C. Improv years ago. It was the first time a comedian has ever asked me a question at a show.
Williams’ many movie roles include the serial killer in “There’s Something About Mary” and the state trooper who ends up drinking urine in “Dumb and Dumber.” My mother and I went to see him perform that night not because we are fans, but because the Improv is always fun and fairly inexpensive.
All the comedians who perform there have strengths and Williams’ was the random questions he asked the audience. He asked a lot of my mother, but they were always tasteful and followed up with “ma’am” so I didn’t have to worry if that night would also be the first time I threw a beer bottle at a stage performer.
But since asking those questions are his schtick, I was disappointed that my question was so lame. I would have rather been the guy asked if he’d ever tried to see how many onion rings he could stack on his penis or the long-haired audience member who kept getting questions about The Doors.
I suppose I should be careful what I wish for. The guy who kept getting The Doors questions also got the nickname of Jim Morrison. I was wearing an argyle sweater so I suppose I would have been given a nickname like Cliff Huxtable of something like that.