The show in denver was a success, the crowd roared and cheered as Chad bowed, Troy had gone first, and gotten them warmed up. Sharing more hilarous tales of his everyday life, especially about his wife of 1 year and 2 months, Gabriella. Chad couldn't help but laugh from back stage. Remembering the funniest story that Troy ever told him about his wife, and the audience sure loved it.

The audience grabbed their sore sides and wiped the laughing tears from their eyes. Troy chuckled, sipping his scotch, and setting the quarter full glass down with a 'clink'. "You all know when someone comes up to you and they know you're married, and their like, 'well you look good, your wife must be a really good coo-ook'" he elongated the word cook into a howling sound, the audience chortled, then he did it again, slouching his shoulders. "Bullshii-iit" the audience laughed,

"Of course she got better once she found out the smoke alarm wasn't a timer...I'm say to her, 'babe, the foods done before that particulare buzzer goes off'." the audience laughed, Troy took another sip of scotch and swiped his long, greased bangs out of his eyes and smiled like the red neck he was. "One day I was in Georgia in the lobby of a very expensive hotel, and the bellhop comes and tells me that I have an urgent call from my wife back in Texas and I just rushed to the phone at the main desk, knocking down very nice people in the very expensive hotel lobby...thinking it was my...in-laws." the audience laughed harder than before, at how he had said that...Troy chortled once,

"but, it turned out my wife was calling because my dog Buck-o had taken a dump on the new carpet, I'm 'shoot him!'" the audience laughed, "she said, 'that's very like you Troy, I have a serious problem and you're being sar-castic, I say, 'baby I'm sorry, put the dog on the phone, I'll talk to him.

" 'well, what do you want me to do? I'm in GEOR-GIA! I can't pick up the turd!'" Troy looked around subtly, "'just put a paper towel over honey I'l clean it up when I get home'."The audience laughed and hooted and hollered, loving that joke. Troy chuckled, raising his arms and bowing, yelling a proud introduction of his friend Chad Danforth; who came out in a bound, like a little kid on too much sugar.

If there's anything that they both enjoy its the feel of the adrenaline rush you get from being on stage in front of hundreds and then there's the joy of making other's laugh. Some didn't get why they did the career they did, but if you were to ask them, they would say that they just love to make people laugh.

Chad grabbed the mic, "You all want to know the difference between men and women?" the audience whooped, "with men, everything is basic just basic. That's why ladies, the most common answer you get while asking men a question is 'I don't know', I got a great example: me and my friend Zeke were at the gym working out when he came out and said, 'hey man I'm getting a divorce,' I said, 'gee man, that sucks can you spot me?'" the audience laughed,

"That's it! That was our whole conversation! Then I went home and I told my wife 'hey Zeke's gettin' a divorce' and she freaked out 'Oh my god what happened?'" Chad stopped in the middle, his voice going a little deeper than normal as he said, "I don't know"

" 'well what do you mean you don't know? Was he cheating on her? Was she cheating on him?' I said, 'Again baby I don't know! You have a better chance of getting an answer out of the dog' and that's when it hit me, that's why dog's don't talk. They've learned.

"she said, 'Chad how is it someone can tell you their getting a divorce and you don't ask any questions?' I said, 'baby cause he didn't ask me a question,'" Chad took a breath, "'if Zeke would have asked me 'hey what do you think of me getting a divorce?' I would've said, 'well you're gonna be dating again, you need to work on your abs.'

"No what he said was a statement, 'I'm getting a divorce,' which to me says, 'I've got enough handle on the situation that requires no input on your part'." The audience laughed and hollered, after Chad was done with his whole bit, he brought Troy back out and they both sat on stools, Troy had gotten a refill on his scotch, but had lost the cigarette and his hair was not as greasy and flopping in his gorgeous blue eyes.

And that's where they are now.

Chad chortled, "Troy, I'm serious, you've got to tell the story of when you got thrown out of the bar in New York..." Troy laughed at the memory, rubbing his hands over his eyes, nodding Chad listened intently, ready to butt in when the time called for.

Troy held his microphone to his mouth, "I got throne out of a bar in New York City, and by thrown out, I don't mean that I excused myself to leave and I left with a pal and we said goodbye and went our separate ways, I mean that four bouncers hurled out of that bar; big guys who think bouncing is a cool job, they think of nothing to do but bouncing, they go home and fondle themselves cause they have no damn life-anyway, I walked into this bar and I was wearing this hat and this big guy with sausage like fingers poked me in the shoulder. he said, 'Take off the hat!'" Troy made an action that looked like a person jumping from being startled. "I asked him why, and he said, 'well gay guys in this city wear hats and we're trying to keep them out our club' I just rolled my eyes and said the smartest thing that I could think of,

"'really? well the only way we could tell that back in Texas is if they have hair like...yours.' and he just glared at me and left, so I took off the hat and orded the drink, but after a few hours I got up and I forgot-you ever forget? It happened to me." The audience howled and hollered. "so I put the hat back on and the same guy comes up to me and pokes me in the shoulder, demanding that I take off the hat, I was like 'I don't think so Scooter' and I was wrong.

"Six bouncers hurled from that bar; now I'm around 6'1" and 6'4" depending on which convenience store I'm leaving, but I backed down from this fight cause I didn't know how many of them it would take to whip my ass, pretty soon it wasn't long after that till the police showed up and I was handcuffed to a bench, with a busted chair at my feet that I refused to pay for-I refused to pay it because we broke it over my thigh- the cop said to me 'Mr Bolton you are being charged with drunk in pub-lic' I said 'whoa whoa whoa I was drunk in a bar; they threw me into pub-lic, I don't want to be drunk in public, I want to be drunk in a bar, that sounds fair, arrest them'

Troy took a breath, "I told you that story to tell you this story, when I was 17 I lived in Farswell, Texas and was arrested for a drunk in pub-lic charge-"

"There seems to be a pattern with that Troy," Chad said, mock seriousness Troy turned to him

"If you knew morse code you'd already know that." The audience just laughed, Troy and Chad chuckled. He continued, "So, I was arrested for drunk in public which I now understand was a bogus charge because the police was pulling every over on that particulare sidewalk, and that's profiling and profiling is wrong.

"This cop I'd known literally all my life, he's lived two doors down from me in a town less than 800 people-we've met. And he took me down to the station and asked if I have any alises, and I was only being a smartass when I said, 'yeah they call me...kickin' ass' now 17 years later I'm handcuffed to a bench outside out of a bar in New York City, with blood dripping down my face and the cop asks me, are you Troy 'kickin' ass' Bolton?'." The audience laughed when Troy finished, Chad patted him on the back as they both stood up and bowed.

"Thanks everyone! You've been great!" Chad yelled, the rush of the adrenaline and the warm glow of the stage lights giving him the comfort that most people don't have.