Your family has bought you comedy club tickets to see an up and coming comedian named Tomato. No last name.

From what you see on the ticket, she’s a skimpy dressed shortstack, she had a clown nose on which struck you as odd.

You arrive at the comedy club, hoping this won’t be ass, the club wasn’t packed but they still had a bouncer.

As you enter in, you use some of your dads money to grab a steak, you see tomato walk out on stage, her hips sway side to side under her skirt along with her chest

she taps the mic, does a little test, then starts

“Tomato, more like tamato.”

Nobody laughs, in fact there is some crickets that chirp instead.

“And what’s up with ketchup? It’s just sweet tomato water!”

she laughs nervously, she’s bombing. Somebody boos in the corner