Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff Stand Up, Comг©di... Today

The laughter was immediate, that comfortable, expectant kind. Amy leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage whisper.

She leaned heavily into the "Mostly Sex Stuff" promise, detailing the bizarre internal monologue of a woman during a one-night stand ("Did I leave the oven on? No, I don't cook. Is that a mole on his shoulder? I should tell him to see a specialist.") Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff Stand Up, ComГ©di...

She strutted to the mic, squinting against the spotlight. "Hi guys. Wow. You all look great. I look like a thumb that someone tried to dress up for prom, but we’re making it work." The laughter was immediate, that comfortable, expectant kind

In the back, a couple on their third date sat frozen, the guy looking like he wanted to dissolve into his chair, while the woman was doubled over, gasping for air. Amy spotted them. No, I don't cook