This one is so matter-of-fact.  Kevin Williams is not funny!  Okay, I can take that.  I wasn’t your cup of tea.  Fine.  But you didn’t even like the food?  You thought it was good.  Good?  Um, the food at the Comix Cafe is amazing, as it is at all comedy clubs!  And if I’m not mistaken, you downed three plates of potato skins during my set.  I remember because I was on stage dodging the shrapnel.  So clearly what happened was you watched the show and when you got the bill you noticed the three loaded skins platters, which made you feel bad about yourself, and then you associated those negative self-loathing feelings with me because I was on stage at the time.  I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.  If anything, I had the hardest job of the night: making you forget how much you hate yourself.  Which I did, as is evident by the ‘Excellent’ rating you gave that night’s entertainment.  How about some consistency, you bitch?