Dance, Monkey: Dan Sally

Is he the father of Clay Aiken’s child?
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  October 15, 2008


What kinda beer does “Joe Six-Pack” drink? Something American, I betcha.
I bet in public he looks around the bar and has whatever everyone else is drinking, but in private he drinks appletinis. He’s just afraid people will think he’s gay.

Russia is pulling out of Georgia. Is this really the most effective method?
People have varying opinions on this, but the only method that’s 100 percent effective is not invading at all. I just hope Georgia didn’t ruin its chance of making cheerleader next year.

If John McCain showed up at your house on Halloween to trick or treat, what would you throw into the bag his tiny outstretched hands are clutching?
Poison candy. I don’t want people to take this as some political statement or anything. I just live in one of those crazy houses your mom warned you about that hands out poison candy on Halloween.

Would you rather lambada with Cloris Leachman or be officially decreed Paris Hilton’s bff?
If she was dressed as Frau Blücher from Young Frankenstein, Cloris Leachman. Otherwise, Cloris Leachman. I couldn’t deal with Nicole Richie not liking me.

Are you the father of Clay Aiken’s child?
He told me he couldn’t get pregnant.

Dan Sally | Mottley’s Comedy Club, Boston | Thursdays | 617.427.0093

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