Thanks for the explanation. Weird situation either way. It seems like anyone who bothered to track you down with the intention of stealing your win wouldn't have been deterred by someone sleeping, but what do I know about it.

Thanks for the AMA too---very entertaining

Thanks for the compliments!

One friend who doesn't buy my take on the events said something similar to what you said and added "But what would I know - I don't make a living robbing gamblers luggage and safes in their hotel rooms" which made me LOL. Generally I would be more skeptical of my own take on the events except I have read and heard of so many stories of people being robbed from the Rio to Flamingo, MGM Grand, Monte Carlo, etc. that I've clearly become somewhat jaded by those stories

Found this yesterday. Caught up today. Freaking epic stuff man. Wow. 5*

Thank you 40! I read your stories and go, "holy ****! What a freaking boss!" So that means a lot to me that you enjoy my own tale.

I've always been fascinated with the inner workings of Hollywood and I have a few friends that do standup, 1 nationally known, 1 super famous friend of the family, and another friend locally that works between Vegas and LA. So I'm all for more Comedy Store stories!

You're not seriously taking a s**t in Richard Pryor's Bathroom!

The Main Room of the Comedy Store in Hollywood is a 400+ seat all black room with neon portraits of clowns on the walls that mainly host showcase acts - but walking into it you can feel and hear the history oozing out of the walls. When Mitzi was Queen and The Store was at its peak in the very late 70s through the Early 90s, The Store was very segregated as far as where certain comics where allow to roam. The Main Room was just that, the MAIN ROOM, only the best and biggest acts, Carlin, Pryor, Tom Dressen, David Letterman, Jay Leno, Freddie Prinze, Red Fox and yes Michael Keaton as well as many other major comics made the Main Room their home for their major shows; otherwise the room was dark.

It doesn't matter how big the acts were fame wise, there are two very small dressing rooms behind the curtains of the stage in The Main Room that all comics shared from Carlin and Tim Allen to Joe Rogan, Joey Diaz and Jerry Seinfeld... until Richard Pryor retired in the late 90s. Because for his entire career the "green room" was the living room for Richard Pryor's personal dressing room. The same couch that was there in 1978 and the all glass coffee table are still there, as are the bar, bar stools and the mirrors on the walls (detachable if needed). The all-glass coffee table has an uncountable number of cuts into the glass and a permanent white film that can only be 1 thing. There are so many cum/coke stains and burn holes in the couch you don't even worry about it when you sit on it, it just is what it is. There is a door in the corner along the near wall from the entrance and it leads into the bathroom and private area. In there are two sinks for shaving/washing up, a private toilet, a shower and a small area where a bed use to be but now is an area for putting on/checking make-up. Whether it had any affect or not I used to rub my buds I brought on the coffee table hoping to absorb some of the energy of Richard Pryor and all the great comics who had done coke on that coffee table night after night.

One night while I was doing comedy The Main Room was hosting a "Warm-Up" show for Chris Tucker. That means they book several up and coming comics that locals like and will come fill the room and then they bring up a headliner who hasn't been touring for a while/is out of the loop. A couple of guys didn't show up because they had other gigs/didn't get the call and I get myself a spot 2 before Chris. So I'm hanging out in Pryor's room smoking weed sitting at the bar with a couple of other male and female comics I'm friends with when the dreaded bubble guts hit me. I want to go out into the main bathroom but it's my pipe and weed being passed around, I can't bail on it now these degenerates will smoke all my stuff! So one by one over the next half hour the other 3 have to go get ready to get on stage. Just in time I'm alone in the room and I bail into the back and go to the bathroom.

As I'm sitting there sighing relief between giggles because I'm ****ting up Richard Pryor's toilet I calm down and realize this isn't a quick dookie, this is going to a long, fart filled loose crap. As I'm sitting there grunting out this monster #2 I hear the door to the bathroom area open (i have the door to the toilet locked) and someone wash up at the sink. I'm trying my best to hold in what feels like will at the very least be a loud blast of a fart because I think it's one of the girls I'm crushing on I was just smoking with. Then i hear this:

"Come on man! You got this!"

It's freaking Chris Tucker. He starts humming a Michael Jackson song and I quite literally lose my **** and rip a loud blast fart followed by a long muffler sounding fart that pushes out some poop. I can hear Chris jump in surprise and he says "Oh **** man! Who's taking a **** back here?" I can't help but start laughing uncontrollably and say "What up Chris, I'm going up before you", "Not smelling like that you're not! You're not seriously shi**ing up Richard Pryor's private bathroom?!?1" "When you gotta go, you gotta go" I retort, " God damn, man!" Chris exclaims.

I hear him leave the private area and I finish laughing, wipe up and wash my hands. I didn't even bother doing my set I just walked out the back exit to The Main Room from the dressing area onto Sunset Blvd, down the street to my car and went home.

Are you related/friends with Byron Bowers or Jamar Neighbors? Maybe way off who you know but you kind of look like Byron and i think you're from the same area as Jamar lol

Ha. Do you recall what he was talking about when this happened?

I feel like I just got called out to prove Dane Cook could actually say something that funny. Jk. One bit was pretty edgy about using an ugly girls rape whistle to call for help from her taking him home and the struggle between wanting to be rescued and the mental thought of "who'll find out? Pussy is pussy!" It was just how he did it and the timing it was killer - but it was also during a time when someone he know was assaulted so he dropped the bit out of respect.

The other time was just a couple of personal stories from growing up/high school that when he retold them were just hilarious. He has a real talent for recalling situations and remembering what people did in the moment, or at least a talent and making what he remembers seem as a very vivid and honest retelling

California Girls Are Unforgettable...

Let's go back to my days as a student and soccer player at UC Santa Barbara. I got into lots of shenanigans living on the cliffs of Isla Vista overlooking the Pacific, spending my mornings taking bong rips, my days taking classes and my evenings running a tiny motel by myself in one of the 10 ten richest zip codes in the USA, Montecito, Ca aka zip code 93108.

Basically a typical day for me in 2007-2008 went like this: Up by 9am, smoke some weed and get some breakfast, sometimes go to one of my friends places (2 of my best friends from growing up went to the same school as well) and then go to a couple of classes starting at 10:00-10:15. Out of class no later than 1:50, head home to smoke or a friends place and then head to work by 3pm down in Montecito about 12 miles away from Isla Vista/Goleta. Work at Coast Village Inn from 3:00-11:00pm with no one to break me for lunch so I would order form the pub on site across the parking lot or one of the two places across Coast Village drive including Carol Burnett's favorite pizza place, Giovanni's which makes fantastic torpedo sandwiches. I would then head home and stop by my pal's place and get 2 grams of super dank bud like Master Kush or Bubba Kush and play some FiFA on Xbox (whooping up him and his friends while they did coke or oxycotin) and then would head down the street to my apartment to smoke some more on my own and either hook up with my g/f who lived next door to me or just go to sleep. On my off days I would play poker/hang with my poker pro friend I met at UCSB and play soccer or a different sport in inter-murals, hang with my g/f and sell shrooms. In 2006-2009 if you got shrooms, vicodin or somas around UC Santa Barbara or Santa Barbara City College, you got them via me or my business partners.

On this Wednesday night in late 2007 I was off work and me and a few of my boys were going to State Street (the main street in downtown SB) to get trashed at Sand Bar. Then we were going to wander down State and see what we could get into until we ended up at the hot dog place at the end of the street down by the beach, then we would grab a cab back home to Isla Vista.

We pre-gamed at someone's apartment (I don't remember which now) and then we called a van cab to take us down to State Street. We get to Sand Bar and my buddy Wayne is working the door and gets us in no problem and the bartender starts pouring shots. About two hours later and hitting on 2-3 real adult professional women and failing later I am trashed. We hit the street and head down to Velvet Jones where we know another doorman. We get in and the show is already over but the bartender tells me and the friend I'm rolling with, a very good looking green eyed Jamaican guy named Johnny that the singer who was performing is hanging with a couple of her friends in a booth in the back. We order a round of shots and I carry them with Johnny back to introduce ourselves.

As we approach I can tell the booth is filled with 4 very good looking young women our age. I start to smile knowing this is a good chance to hook up with some hot new girls we hadn't met before. Johnny peels to the right side of the booth reveling the girl sitting in the middle to me, she is facing slightly away from me and is laughing at something one of her friends is saying when she turns towards me and we lock eyes. Her blue/green eyes draw me forward as she smiles and looks me up and down I feel like there is a tractor beam drawing me forward; I glance down at her surprising big, perky rack. I re-establish eye contact in a split second and smile back, Johnny declares that we've bought drinks for the table and starts to introduce himself in order from our left around the table but I make a bee line for the singer.

"Hi, I'm Nate!" I blurt out almost too fast to be understood. She giggles and replies "Nice to meet you, I'm Katy." Johnny and I grab chairs and pull them up to the booth and strike up a conversation with the girls. More drinks are ordered and before we know it it's 1:30 and the club is closing down. We offer to order a cab and bring the ladies back to Isla Vista for smoking bowls and more drinks, beer pong or flip cup whatever. The girls agree but they have a private driver and an SUV. We count up the group and decide if we double up in the back seat or put someone in the cargo area we can all fit without a cab.

We head out the back entrance and pile into the SUV which is being driven by a black dude big enough to play as a linemen in the NFL (he was at least as big as Marcellus Wiley.) One girl I think her name was Stephie or Stephanie rode shotgun, Johnny rode behind the passenger seat with a girl named Jenny on his lap who looked to already be rubbing his junk through his pants. A girl named named something sort of stuffy like Olivia rode in the "bitch" seat in the middle of the back row and I sat behind the driver with Katy on my lap. By the time we got on the US-101 Johnny and Jenny were balls deep in each others mouths, making Olivia super uncomfortable, while I chatted quietly with Katy. By the time we were getting on the CA-217, a little freeway that heads to the university/Isla Vista I had found out that the local singer I had on my lap was finishing recording her first major record label CD and that she was going by a new stage name recently and a new pop sound that she hadn't gone with in previous years around Santa Barbara.

I was super drunk and I had Katy Perry on my lap being really nonchalant about my raging erection throbbing against her leg/ass check...

KATY PERRY IS SITTING ON MY ****ING BONER! KATY PERRY IS SITTING ON MY ****ING BONER!!!!

A few minutes later we get to Johnny's place, a wooden 6 bedroom structure pressed right against the cliff hanging over the ocean and pile out of the SUV like a clown car. We head upstairs to Johnny's room which is fairly large and has a queen size bed, a coffee table and a large leather sectional couch wrapped around the coffee table that faces the balcony that overlooks the ocean. Every morning this MF'er got to wake up to a view of the pacific ocean from his bed, I would be more jealous but I spent several nights including this one asleep on the couch closer to the balcony and therefore woke up with a better view than he did :P

Johnny and Jenny hit the bed where they continue to make out and do whatever the hell they were doing back there. Olivia, Stephanie, Katy and I all hit the couch and I break out some weed and pack up Johnny's Volcano vape which we all take turns enjoying hits off the vape-bag. Johnny and Jenny soon pass out on the bed, Stephanie gets too high and feels dizzy and falls asleep on the floor. Katy and Olivia talk it out and decide to stay until morning so Olivia curls up on one side of the sectional and Katy and I curl up and spoon on the other end. We tell little jokes to each other and giggle until she passes out, I know I snore so I make sure everyone else is asleep before I finally fall asleep.

About 7:30am I wake up to Johnny shaking me. I instantly feel sick to my stomach and ignore his questions and hop up and run to the balcony and puke over the railing into the cliffside/ocean below. After a few minutes of that and drinking some Gatorade Johnny gave me I come back inside and sit on the couch and look around...

"Where are the girls?" I exclaim confused, I didn't even realize Katy wasn't sleeping next to me when i woke up. "They left bro, they just ****ing left and didn't even leave any numbers!" Johnny replies somewhat upset, somewhat relieved "I mean I banged Jenny without a condom after you all fell asleep so I mean sort of glad she didn't leave a number, but still, what the ****!"

I look around in a daze for a moment, confused, hung over, unsure of what happened. "Check your call log, she may of called herself from your phone to log your number..."

"Yea, she did!" Johnny says somewhat excited and somewhat scared. "Dude, you banged that chick while we were all sleeping on the couch?!?!" I say realizing what he had said previously.

"No one was going to hear us over your loud ass snoring... it's probably while they left this morning."

Jenny and Johnny saw each other a few more times before it fizzled out and we went to Katy's place in Santa Barbara at the time and hung out with the ladies I think twice or three times in Hope Ranch. Katy and I were strictly friendly in the few interactions after that night and I haven't seen her in person again since Christmas season 2008 when she was in town visiting her parents. But for one night, once upon a time I had the undivided attention of Katy while we joked and flirted and eventually fell asleep with my arm wrapped around her cupping her firm 34 DDs while my boner pressed and throbbed wishfully against his ass check.

California Girls are unforgettable...

holy **** dude

hi octopus, how did you solve a breathing problem?

So, I just want to make sure I got this right...

Shortly after spending the night with you she released a song about preferring being with women.

Your snoring must have been really bad.

I think to think the girls in Santa Barbara are just that sexy.

But yea,

Evolution, LDO

Natamus,

I never knew you were such a solid ape.

Great thread to find randomly stumbling into BBV. I'm only half way through so will likely triple post again soon.

You should X-post this in the octTOEbir LC thread imo.

Hi Natamus

Hello lovely!

How may I be of assistance?

When are you not of assistance?

Just thought I'd say hey. I'm not usually too productive and add little to threads around here why should this be any different?

Can't believe I just now saw this thread. Solid stories and a great read.

FWIW, the night we met a few years ago was probably the greatest night of my life.

Hi Katy

I did some deep web searching and found a picture of Natamus after the Katy Perry night



What a King!

Foatie I LOL'd hard when I first saw this then came back later and LOL'd again just awesome, thank you sir!

I'm good at leading by example in the solid ape department!

Thank you for gracing my thread, Katana! For those who don't know, Katana is a Legend of Las Vegas in the 2010s. Hit up LVL and read his "Tales of the Night Shift" to see just how epic and awesome this guy and his life really is.

Memorial Day 2014 I saw that it was nearing the time Katana had to move from LV to Florida and many 2+2ers were planning to be in town for the start of the WSOP the upcoming week. So I put together an LVL 2+2 meet-up at the Flamingo Memorial Day evening to play some 1-1 PLO and get to know each other and I TR the trip. Natamus and the Memorial Day Meet-up Live TR

Who showed up to the PLO game was a true who's who of 2+2ers. I've been at some Hollywood black tie events where I've been less "star struck" as far as being excited to meet who was at the event, as silly as that may sound. (I've been to some really low level black tie Hollywood events though, lol)

The Memorial Day Meet-Up

With 3 nights + spa and night/day club service comped at Mandalay Bay, me and the GF headed out for Memorial Day weekend. I get to LV late for a variety of reasons and don't get to the Flamingo for the PLO game until after 9:30 (game was suppose to start at 8 I think). I get to the Flamingo via cab from MB and it's a murder's row of LVL 2+2ers. I get a seat across of Katana1979, given to me by DollarStoreBaller, and at the table are NorCalJew, Er7eman, Bond Trader, Amusedlol, Karma, Jhair, Orion, and a couple of other very solid players and no one wanted to lose much and look the fool so this game was the most serious 1-1 game I've every played in.

After the game broke about 45 mins to an hour later Jhair invited Bond Trader, Orion and myself to Bally's to hang out where he was comped an suite at the top of the indigo tower. The suite felt 35 years rode hard and put away wet but you could see where it once held a ton of high roller class.

Katana1979 had invited myself and several others to join him at XS or Surrender at WynnCore for some party fun that would last all night and move into all sorts of shenanigans. I had to sheepishly decline because I had only brought one of my bright blue paris of running shoes for walking around and some sandals. Katana was nice enough to offer me a spare pair of his dress shoes but I don't fit :/

I ran like god at VP this trip and played pretty well in poker too. It was a fun experience for sure.