Dance Monkey: Doug Benson

A comic in the hot seat
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  September 25, 2007
Doug Benson

Doug Benson | Last Comic Standing tour at Lowell Memorial Auditorium | September 28 | 978.454.2299

Jesse Jackson is taking shit for allegedly accusing Barack Obama of “acting white.” Do you think that means that Obama shops at Whole Foods and TiVos The O.C.?
And he’s excited about the new Kelsey Grammer sit-com.

What’s under your bed? Besides hookers.
Just the hookers. I’m kind of a neat freak.

When O.J. goes to jail, do you think he’ll be a “giver” or a “taker?”
I don’t know, but I wonder if he said to his victim, “Don’t worry, I’m only going to kidnap you.”

Be honest — you’re high right now, aren’t you?
No, you’re wrong, I’m totally high right now.

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