November Comedy Club Cambodia Review: Kavin Jay and Glenn Wool

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Comedy Club Cambodia returned to Pontoon on Wednesday to the girlish delight, manly approval, profound appreciation, and universal approbation of the entire Cambodian nation.

Everyone was there. HE took his customary seat in the front row, prepared as ever to viciously heckle any comedian who, in his words, didn’t “bring it” when they took the stage in “PP-town.” Sam Rainsy was there in spirit; he watched the entire thing live via a satellite link to Paris. Your friends were there, as were your co-workers, and in most cases your significant others and family members. All of them.

I was there, clearly, or else I wouldn’t possibly be able to write this 100% accurate review which was in no way influenced or obstructed by the return of the Ned Kelly Triple Fisted Teacher’s Special of 3 cans of Anchor for $5. (That’s right, it was my idea and I’ll nick-name it whatever I’d like, so fuck off with your jealousy. Take it to yon forums, miserable troll.) My friend Scotty was there. Don’t believe me? Ask him. He was. My other friend Jimmy was there. No shit, you can ask Scotty, he’ll tell you he saw him. Alex Watts, the author, journalist, and scholar, was there as part of his Khmer 440 sponsored research fellowship. Alex is conducting a study for the 440 Policy Institute on the efficacy, merits, and drawbacks of traditional Cambodian medicine. He’s a very busy man and in constant pain from coin scrapings, just covered in welts from cupping, and yet he managed to attend the show.

Everybody was there, pretty much.

Except for YOU.

How was the show? You might ask if you were here and not reading this bizarrely formulated sentence. Or you may be asking. Or you tried to ask earlier but I just kept going on about something else.

This is a review, right? Is the sort of thing you might be saying to yourself as you skim ahead, dismayed to find paragraph after paragraph of angry incoherent rambling and conspiracy theories involving the United Nations and a planned NASA unmanned mission to Mars in 2017. Unmanned? Or is it? (Yes, apparently it is.)

What the fuck is he on about? You could think, with your exasperation building into frustrated outrage. You’re finding yourself perplexed, once again, as to why the publisher of Khmer440 has me writing for the site. Didn’t he ban me at one point? Am I blackmailing him? About what? I mean, in Cambodia it’d have to be something pretty heinous to make it worthwhile for him to cover it up, much less allow all this to go on week after week. What do I have on him? You (kingdom of) wonder to yourself.

Wonder is stomped into the gutter by panic and dread as it occurs to you that you’ve been out with me before, or even just around me. You had a lot to drink. Was I even drinking? Anything? Certainly didn’t seem so. Did I know who you were? What did you tell me? Why can’t you remember? Indeed.

Let’s not worry about that. For now.

The show? The show was seriously fucking awesome. I mean, I’ve tried to tell you all this before. Every Comedy Club show I’ve been to has been a serious, no-bullshit, hardcore, down for it, true ‘til death type festival of intense giggling, nervous tittering, convivial chortling and frenzied guffawing. Big time laughs. Big time laughter. And this week it was no different. No, fuck that. It was different. It was all that … and a bag of Glenn Wool.

Glenn who? You started to say just now, when you were interrupted by having to swallow most of your teeth shortly before being forced to lick my fist like a terrier meeting Cesar Milan for the first time.

Glenn WOOL, I explain. Glenn Wool, the comedian who, I’m ashamed to admit, I wasn’t aware of until recently. But now that I’m aware of him… I’m VERY aware of him. He’s not getting off my radar again. No matter what. He’s just that good. He’s that funny. That weird. That surprising. That smart. That Glenn Wool. He is also the new God of Thunder. Thor is fucking out. Gone. Glenn is in. Grab the hammer and the winged hat, Glenn, suit up, you’re going in. Hold on!

He’s also the God of Wine, but he’s been that for quite some time now, that’s a legit thing he does, not just something I made up. Holy communion with Glenn is to be taken exclusively with ThunderWine: A new Fortified Malt Liquor Energy Drink brought to you by the Church of Glenn Wool.

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