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Nikki Glaser’s Reno Roast: Like Therapy in a Thong, and We Paid for It

Last night, I went to church—but not the traditional kind. There was no incense, no choir, no preacher. Just Nikki Glaser in Reno at the Grand Sierra Resort, dragging us through comedy bootcamp in a G-string of truth. If you’ve never laughed while wildly aroused and slightly concerned for your moral compass, you’ve never been to a Nikki Glaser show. It was like therapy with a stripper pole. And I mean that respectfully.

Nikki didn’t just perform—she detonated our rear ends…

She conducted emotional CPR on a crowd that didn’t even know how badly it needed saving. We laughed. We healed. We forgot how depressing our rent is. And we left changed. Enlightened. Possibly a little broken. But in the best, filthiest way possible. And I just fired my domanatrix therapist. What waste of money!

Nikki Glaser roasted Reno like a well-done strip steak. From our casinos that look like time machines to the 3 AM Walmart crowd, she got us—and, honestly, we deserved it. We’re the –

“Biggest Little Ghetto in the World,”

And she treated us like the biggest little punchline. And we were honored. She said the things we whisper at gas stations after midnight on the dirty D. Bless her twisted, glorious heart.

Her comedy is like laughter on steroids with a soft side of therapy. Her set was funnier than a drunk uncle at Thanksgiving but deeper than expected—like going to the dentist for a cleaning and leaving in tears about childhood trauma. Comedy is how we survive. Nikki is the defibrillator. And somehow, she managed to make filthy jokes feel like family fun. I took my mom and sister. I thought I’d have to walk out halfway through. But nope. My mom was wheezing during the “sex positions that vagina therapy” bit. If she can survive a Nikki Glaser set, so can yours. Just don’t sit too close—awkward eye contact is real She roast you butt for sure.

Let’s talk about the sex….

Nikki doesn’t just talk dirty—she talks honest. Like… horrifyingly, arousingly, soul-shakingly honest of woman walking around with vibrator in her do the orgasm from harry met sally. It’s the kind of real talk that makes you question your own anatomy of your body—and then laugh so hard you forget what shame feels inside from your life. Her jokes about vibrators come at you faster than your ability to remember your own name. By the end, I felt like I needed a cigarette, drink and a permission slip and hire my dominatrix therapist back.

She roasted Reno like it owed her money…

Meth jokes? Check. Late night tweaker Walmart murderess fashion slams? Yup. Casino sadness for all the people who ost ther money and life and hate to hit the title loan places? Delivered. She was like a dominatrix with a mic—we came for the jokes and stayed for the pain. And somehow, we thanked her for it. I felt like I got spanked by my proctologist… and tipped her after like her love slave. Nikki Sex appeal… Please Ruin my life forever, yes please.

Seeing Nikki live is like comedy Viagra….

Suddenly, everything feels more exciting. Life has color again. Work stress? Gone. Gas prices? Who cares. Even my annoying neighbor seemed tolerable for 24 hours. If Nikki bottled her energy, it would be illegal in three states. She kill us all…. But really we RRRRR dead in nevada desert. Just like the old days!

She’s sexy, smart, and scary fast. She’s hot. Like, “please-ruin-my-life” hot.

And her delivery is ruthless—snappy, surgical, and fearless. She fires off punchlines like an AK-47 in a yoga studio. You can’t keep up, but you don’t care. You just sit there and pretend it’s foreplay while your holding and touching yourself along the way. Nobody roasts like Nikki. Period. It’s like being insulted by your dream girl while she makes eye contact. I wanted to cry and propose at the same time.

Nikki’s confidence is contagious….

She’s sharp, hilarious, and so damn real it almost feels illegal. She bridges generational gaps like a comedic UN ambassador. My mom used to force me to watch The View. I hated it. But now? I love the Show and I follow and watch them every day now. Nikki was a guest on it, and I get it. She’s universal. She crosses lines, tears down shame, and builds up laughter like a dirty, glittery messiah.

Sure, the venue had photo restrictions…

But memories like that don’t need filters. Her comedy burned itself into our souls. We walked out lighter, happier, more alive—and possibly a little hornier than expected and search out conquest for the night.
Honestly, the whole night was like a Viagra commercial had a comedy baby. That baby? Nikki Glaser in Reno, She ruined me for ever…. She gave us everything I need that my medication and therpist couldnt: slot machine sadness, meth-chic fashion, Reno’s tragic self-awareness, and a little dignity destruction to go with it. And if you’re wondering if my mom laughed at jokes and awkward orgasms, vagina lip bit, yes. She wheezed. Loudly and burst out into laugher. That’s the Nikki effect—filthy, fearless, and strangely unifying.

Let’s not forget the side effects….

Nikki Glaser live may cause laugh-induced tears, blurred moral lines, crushing on someone who just insulted your entire zip code, and a sudden urge to date emotionally unavailable comedians and then get on medication because she ruined your life forever. Proceed with caution—and tequila, bible and big smile.I’ve seen Nikki on The View, Live with Kelly and Mark, and of course in those ruthless Comedy Roasts. But nothing—and I mean nothing—compares to seeing her live. This show didn’t just entertain. It exfoliated our spirits. Part roast. Part sex-ed. Part emotional breakdown. 100% beautiful chaos.

Nikki, if you’re reading this…

I hope I get to meet you one day. You’re gorgeous, whip-smart, and a national treasure with a filthy mouth and a soul made of fire. You left a mark—literally and I hope your my soul mate one day, probably a pipe dream(no pun for light bulb meth addicts down the street, yes pun). My face hurts from laughing, and my mom’s still talking about you in our group texts. So from me, from Reno, and from everyone who got their emotional baggage, but cleaned out by the colonic roasted…. it was open mic night in therapy… and…

The Roast Battle We Deserve: Nikki Glaser vs. David Spade

Let me just throw this out there: Nikki Glaser vs. David Spade in a no-holds-barred comedy roast battle would be legendary. I say that from experience—because I actually got to hang with David Spade once, what a deuce, just joking but really haha…. No, Dave funny as hell. It was one of those surreal, blink-and-you-miss-it Hollywood-style nights. I wish I had that in Reno!

“Nope to ghetto” 🙂 🙂 love ya Nikki… (Fist Bum)

Thank you.Come back soon, you filthy angel.

Still blushing

Aaron G. BeebeFounder – GonnaHappen.com and Gonna-Happen.com

Shoutouts & Thanks:

💥 Nikki Glaser🎰 Grand Sierra Resort📺 The View💋 Kelly & Mark🧠 Every mom who laughed through the sex jokes🧼 And comedy—because without laughter and filth, we’re just zombies in jeans.

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