My old man took me and my brother to see Ron White at Montreal’s Just for Laughs festival in like 2002 or something.
And Ron White was on stage, smoking a cigar, scotch in hand, with his gravelly, raspy voice and slow-paced Texas drawl.
His pacing was methodical, like he was a lion stalking a gazelle. And his delivery was always spot on.
I was amazed. He just looked like such a cool fucking guy.
Here are some of the 69-year-old’s classic jokes. And I couldn’t agree more with him about the Super Bowl and a soccer game. Classic Ron.
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