Three things I’ve learned this summer from being on the road one don’t punch the homeless they’re way harder than they look. Two, shaved nuts itch like a motherfucker and three Malta Montana Kicks ass. Most bars treat comedians like the old Irish coalminers indebted to the company store, like they hire a bunch of alcoholic drug addicts to come work in their bars and then have us hang out all night. Where do you think the money's gonna go, not buy'n new tires. Not Malta open bar and free food for me and Jim, God damn! It was almost like they wanted me to be there. So Stockman’s Bar and Grill in Malta is my new favorite Montana bar stiff drinks, cool people, good food and nobody shaved my balls… more soon.