This past weekend, I had the opportunity to see Tim Dimond
perform. The guy was funny as all hell and mostly saved the night for me (the
headliner of the night made me laugh more than sandpaper on my scrotum, but
only slightly). His style is a bit educated with a slight lilt of smarm, but
not so into his own brain as to be off putting. He’s one of those comedians that
can tell smart dick jokes, without constantly reminding you that they are SMART
dick jokes. I got the sense that, to him, they were just dick jokes. I liked
that fine.
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| Tim, in the cupcake strip club. |
Also, I had the opportunity of speaking with him after the
show (don’t worry, no interview here) and got to see that he is also fairly
good at being a human being. I enjoyed the chat and picked up his two CDs,
which I will likely review at some near point.
But right now, just go to his website. Keep an eye out for
any time he may be near your town. See the fucker. Have fun. Thank me later.
In the mean time, you can watch this. Or this. Or perhaps this.
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