If you could find another way to contribute without me just saying horrible things about you, then go ahead. When the kid becomes the comic and you’re just kind of repeating what they say, that’s when everybody’s like, “Aw, Jesus, Jim.” Another thing I love, when you talk about the Cosby thing, and you just stop and say, “I’m not pro-rape.My girlfriend’s dated a lot of celebrities before me. I dated a comedian for about two months and I thought it was hard work. If you want my opinion, here’s my opinion: I don’t want Bill Cosby to rape me.” People are starting to get upset and you make them feel stupid for ever being offended.Jeselnik is something of a dark prince, calmly dispensing depraved one-liners (“Yesterday I accidentally hit a little kid with my car.It wasn’t serious — nobody saw me.”) and following up with a sidelong smirk that dares his audience to protest.Now, I’m really terrible at tweeting because I’ve got bad grammar and can hardly fuckin’ spell and I’m a moron and I don’t know the difference between their and there, and that type of bullshit.But the funny thing is, whenever I tweet something I think is kind of poignant, one of your fans will weasel up to me and go, “Well, Anthony already said it better.” And you’re like, “Fuck off, cunt.” Yeah, I own that now.
” Each time there’s a massacre or something, I get people writing to me, “Jim, I’m playing your bit again.” But during something like the truck incident in Nice, do you get people going, “Look at my dickhead friend, who’s acting like they’re upset? ” It’ll be five people who’ll be like, “Where is it? That seems like a guy who didn’t like you already and was just looking for a reason to stop talking to you. Another bad one is my girlfriend, who is the mother of my kid. All of her relatives are super-religious Trump supporters and about five of them think I’m the devil. She comes to visit the kid and Kate, my girlfriend, but she stays in a hotel down the road.
Almost in the same way that Bill Burr’s big meltdown against Philadelphia become his calling card for a while. Do you have any relatives that are upset with you, that have written you off a little bit? She has a nickname in one of my early sets called Gunther, after an elephant I saw at the zoo when I was a kid.
You’re obviously proud of that bit, but does it bother you that people are like, Jim Jefferies is the gun guy now? I’ve got some religious relatives who, in the beginning, were so proud of me. They’re not thrilled with that, but they’re thrilled with me. So it’s gotten to a weird stage with her where she can’t come to gigs anymore because the audience knows exactly who she is: She’s the 300-pound woman with the walking frame and the oxygen tank that people are chanting the elephant’s name to. I have an uncle I no longer talk to because of a joke I made about my grandmother, who is his mother.
Because if someone writes you a letter, “I’m a big fan, I just saw you in Boise and had a great time,” and you write, “Thanks, I appreciate that,” and they write another message, you seem like a bigger cunt because they know that you’ve acknowledged the first one and then you’ve ignored the second one.
So it’s better to just let them think that you’ve ignored everything. It’s funny that you mentioned the Beatles, because I read that the Rolling Stones had a policy: We don’t care what you write. I once had a chance to meet what’s-his-name, Jack White. Well, listen, congrats on the special, it’s fantastic as always, and I hope to see you soon.