Joan Rivers: Scott, have you ever been to my place in New York?
Me: Joan, how would I have been to your apartment in New York?
Joan: You should come. You'd like it.
Me: Yeah? What's it like?
Joan: It's how Marie Antoinette would've lived if she had as much money as me.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
JOAN RIVERS & MY BALLS
Last year I did a shoot with Joan Rivers & appeared on her show. So smart. So funny. I had to stop shooting every few minutes because I was laughing so hard. Here’s a snippet.
Joan: Scott. How old are you?
Me: Legal
Joan: Shut the fuck up. How old are you?
Me: Cut me in half & count the rings.
Joan: You asshole. How old?
Me: I’m 46.
Joan: Do your balls sag?
Me: What?
Joan: What? Do you have shit in your ears? Do your balls sag?
Me: Well, more than they did as a teenager… yeah.
Joan: My vagina sags so much that when I got out of bed this morning in my hotel room, I stepped on it. It looked like I was wearing one of those grey fuzzy rabbit slippers.
AND SCENE.
Part 2.
We're having breakfast in the morning while my crew is setting up.
Joan: I've seen your work. It's very good, but it's not why I requested you.
Me: No?
Joan: No. I heard you were funny & Jewish.
Me: I'm both.
Joan: You don't look Jewish. How do I know you didn't lie to get the gig?
Me: Everyone named Nathan is either black or Jewish. I'm Jewish.
Joan: I'm not so sure.
I stand up, unbuckle my belt & start to unbutton my pants.
Me: Ok ok. I believe you!
Joan: Scott. How old are you?
Me: Legal
Joan: Shut the fuck up. How old are you?
Me: Cut me in half & count the rings.
Joan: You asshole. How old?
Me: I’m 46.
Joan: Do your balls sag?
Me: What?
Joan: What? Do you have shit in your ears? Do your balls sag?
Me: Well, more than they did as a teenager… yeah.
Joan: My vagina sags so much that when I got out of bed this morning in my hotel room, I stepped on it. It looked like I was wearing one of those grey fuzzy rabbit slippers.
AND SCENE.
Part 2.
We're having breakfast in the morning while my crew is setting up.
Joan: I've seen your work. It's very good, but it's not why I requested you.
Me: No?
Joan: No. I heard you were funny & Jewish.
Me: I'm both.
Joan: You don't look Jewish. How do I know you didn't lie to get the gig?
Me: Everyone named Nathan is either black or Jewish. I'm Jewish.
Joan: I'm not so sure.
I stand up, unbuckle my belt & start to unbutton my pants.
Me: Ok ok. I believe you!
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