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But stories about her life go better.
Atlanta, Im gonna need you to open your mind with me on this one, okay?
Ms. Pat and her sisters job was to go in there and help him get started.
There is a groan off to the side of the stage.
Shut the fuck up.
This is my story, and Im gonna tell it!
Even still, the reactions are uncertain.
This story is not going to send you to hell, baby, she tells someone near the front.
I dont know who yall think yall came to see!
(He shouldnt have that much pussy and Pepsi in his diet!)
Cmon, goddamnit, we aint that young!
Some of these lines feel deliberate, like practiced retorts for when the audience protests too much.
Open your mind; this shit is funny!
Can you spread some of that shit over here, sir?
she says, gesturing as though she can distribute the laughs more evenly around the room.
In the typical polished mode of a comedy special, it feels transgressive.
But the direction and editing ofYall Wanna Hear Something Crazy?undermines it.
For a set like this one, though, the direction is actively detrimental.
And yet watching at home, we hear laughs.
How much of what Ms. Pat is doing is purposeful?
At its best, Ms. Pats hour is a roller coaster.
