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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.

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. 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.") By the time she reached her closing bit—a

For the next hour, Amy didn't just tell jokes; she performed an anatomical exorcism. She broke down the awkward gymnastics of "trying to look sexy" while accidentally catching a glimpse of yourself in a mirror at a bad angle—"I looked like a rotisserie chicken falling out of its packaging." Amy spotted them