My one Rodney Dangerfield memory was going to his Manhattan comedy club after the prom. Apparently, it was a popular spot, because there were two (three?) other limos' worth of THS kids there that night.

Anyhow, the crazy part was that the final comedian just freaked out. I think he was on coke or something. He started repeating his jokes, cursing randomly, sweating profusely and introducing a comedian who'd already appeared earlier that night. His peer graciously stepped back on stage to relieve the guy, even though he didn't have any material left. Instead, he just goofed around with the audience, telling this fat, black dude he looked like the weather man, Al Roker.

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