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The long and careening career of Joe Rogan has found the funnyman adding comic relief to hilarious ’90s sitcom NewsRadio, briefly co-hosting the Adam Carolla and Jimmy Kimmel-less version of The Man Show, and being a firsthand party to maggot and testicle consumption on the set of Fear Factor. However, the veteran comic’s most recent efforts in the developing realms of podcasting and mixed martial arts have also been his most successful.
With his employer, UFC, in town, The Joe Rogan Experience namesake delighted a raucous and brimming Pabst Theater with 90 minutes of comedic conspiracy theories, uproariously funny anthropology lessons, and a steady diet of dick jokes Friday night.
After character actor Joey Diaz (a regular on Rogan’s podcast) delighted fans with 30 minutes worth of drug jokes, a story about punching a prostitute, and a ringing endorsement for Behind The Candelabra, Rogan came out to a standing ovation. When the crescendo of cheers finally died down, the headliner went about earning the response.
Of course, Rogan started things off with a bit about Miley Cyrus’ recent “twerking” scandal. Amid his halfhearted allegation the incident was a plot by the U.S. government to distract the country from events in Syria, a fan tried to chime in. “Shut up, fuckface! I’m talking,” he shot back, as he probably has hundreds of times in the past. Predictably, the crowd was rowdy (not Walking Dead rowdy, but comparable), yet Rogan applied his decades of experience to limit interactions by working quickly and not leaving many pauses for interjection.
Heckler stifled, he trudged on with a nuanced bit in which he outlined how he’d explain Kim Kardashian to alien visitors—hearkening all the way back to the O.J. Simpson trial in the process. Soon after, the staunch marijuana legalization advocate stepped on his sidesplitting soapbox to preach how pharmaceutical companies were keeping pot illegal, the ease of obtaining a medical marijuana card in California, and the difference between smoking and ingesting the drug. “It changed my life eating a pot cookie and getting on a boat,” Rogan offered, before launching into an anecdote about locking eyes with a dolphin.
Knowing his audience, Rogan persisted with the pot-pertinent jokes—and eventually incorporated the set’s other lynchpins of sex and masturbation. “I have an idea for a new show to replace Fear Factor. Smoke pot, jerk off, and try to stay awake for an hour.” That opened the gates for a grab-bag of graphic-yet-intelligent humorous musings about sexual fetishes and other anomalies of human behavior that ranged from lip plates, an old joke about there being no female suicide bombers, and an especially passionate diatribe against uppity vegans.
“I don’t have a problem with vegans,” Rogan assured. “I just have a problem with most vegans.” He added how the concept of eating vegan ice cream was akin to “eating a ghost,” continuing, “What you’re sucking down is the limp dick of the dessert world.”
Rogan’s rapid and rambling set often ventured off the beaten path, but he made sure to sprinkle comical crumbs behind him to help the audience follow him to his original point. From the tale of the “miracle blowjob knife-fight baby” of Somalia to a semi-misogynistic suggestion to lower the age of male consent to six, Rogan’s performance was an energetic and enlightening vacation in the unorthodox outlook of the unique humorist.
“Be nice to everyone,” Rogan said before taking a sip of fan-purchased PBR, briefly allowing the rumble of Harley-Davidsons outside celebrating the company’s anniversary to take center stage. “Except those bikers out there. Fuck them.”