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

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.

By the time she reached her closing bit—a frantic, physical reenactment of trying to put on Spanx while sweaty—the room was hers. She walked off stage drenched in sweat, the echoes of "Mostly Sex Stuff" still ringing in the rafters, having once again proven that nothing is too "gross" if it's the truth. Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff Stand Up, ComГ©di...

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.") In the back, a couple on their third

"Oh, sweetie, don't look at him," Amy pointed at the man. "He's terrified. He just learned things about biology that his high school coach skipped. It's okay, Dave. It’s all natural. Mostly." She walked off stage drenched in sweat, the