Jim Jefferies

Tonight, Australia's own Jim Jefferies voiced why he truly is the "Rosa Parks of cunt".

US comic and mate of Jim's Forrest Shaw opens up, opining on fatness, junk food and drink driving while South Australian comic Amos Gill was nothing short of hilarious before the main course, with brilliant spiels on nightclubbing featuring scoop-neck, gym junkie wankers, "scoopies" and annoying drunk women reserving Sally to play the handbag sherpa for the "squad".

LA-based comic Jim Jefferies comes out to lights, smoke and Metallica — somewhat dismayed at the hoopla, admitting all this was unnecessary for a bloke who's half drunk and is just gonna chat a bit. It's a show of freewheeling hilarity ranting on topics from porn to war and claiming all films should end in cumshots to the face — resulting in Jefferies miming a leper wanking off Jesus on the cross.

Jefferies rips poor hecklers through the evening, including kicking a guy out for lying about obtaining a free ticket and lambasting another for his poor fashion choice (and close seating choice). Jefferies admits he's shit at almost everything but is good at this (comedy — or shutting down fuckwits) proclaiming that hecklers are bowling to Bradman.

Over two hours later, he closes by answering tweets, not such a great idea in hindsight. Poor Reni, the hot girl who tweeted, gets propositioned and Jefferies closes by doing an old Oscar Pistorius skit that includes him crawling across the floor reaching for the gun safe and bouncing off on his blades in chase.