A group of us went out on the town last Friday. After dinner at Cossetta's on West Seventh, we headed to Camp Bar on Robert Street across from Pedro's Luggage. I walked into the bar, saw the artistic atmosphere, saw all the handsome men (and only men) seated at the bar, and knew this was a gay bar. Usually I am the one lacking gadar but this time I had to convince my friends that it was no coincidence that the waiters all looked like Abercrombie ads. Camp Bar is actually a very nice bar and they serve drinks at reasonable prices. We had an hour to kill before our show started. We saw "Laugh Camp." This comedy show advertised 1000 jokes in 100 minutes for $10. What a deal, right? Six performers took turns telling jokes. When you see a guy on stage with microphone in hand, you want to laugh just to make him feel better. I heard some funny ones and some not so funny ones. When Stevie Wonder breaks up with a girl does he say he can't see her anymore? Some were funny because they hit close to home. Example? One guy was talking about St. Cloud State. He compares it to a technical school. He says St. Cloud State is a University like Neverland is a ranch. Ouch says the alumni. We could have stayed for the encore. For only $5, we could hear 15 minutes of the filthiest jokes; not filthy, not filthier, but the filthiest. We passed on that. I could handle filthy but not filthiest.
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