Dance monkey: Mitch Fatel

A visiting comic in the hot seat
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  September 25, 2007
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You won the Aspen Comedy Festival in 2006, but this year’s winner was Bostonian Shane Mauss. Aren’t you nervous, being on his turf?
Nope. The 2006 competition is known industry-wide as the last one that had talent.

You got your start as an intern for Howard Stern. Tell me a secret about Howard.
He’s great in the sack.

Describe your ideal reality TV show.
Me matching up girls’ bras and panties.

Does your bra match your panties?
No but my bustier matches my thigh-high stockings.

In your material, you talk a lot about boobs and mini-skirts and “easy girls.” Doesn’t all of that hyper-machismo imply latent homosexuality?
I have no comment. Please refer all further questions to my lawyer.

Mitch Fatel | Comedy Connection, Boston | August 17-18 | 617.248.9700

 

 

 

 

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