Stand-up comedian
Bob Marley (not to be confused with the dead reggae legend) finds inspiration in his family. His wife, he says, provides lots of material by just filling him in on her day. “She says to me, ‘I got up this morning, went to the mall, had to turn around and come back. I went to the grocery store, had to turn around and come back. Then I went to the bank, had to turn around and come back.’ How retarded does she think I am? ‘Wait a minute. You went to the grocery store, right? How’d you get back? Did you turn around? Or did you go all the way around the circumference of the Earth?’”
Marley’s daughter also figures into her dad’s stage routine. “She’s not afraid to eat,” he says. “She looks like a little Michelin Man. She’s got those chunks running down her arm. I love my kid to death, but she’s about 10 pounds from being a bouncer at Hooters.”
Sat., Sept. 29, 7:30 & 10:15 p.m.; Sun., Sept. 30, 7:30 p.m., 2007
