Gabriel Iglesias: Hilariously Fluffy

Alexis Brown
Marketing Intern

I spent the summer after my senior year of high school watching a lot of tv. This was when I was still living at home, and the cost of cable was still a merciful mystery to me. It was summer, and I refused to relinquish my mind to the ravages of college until I had absorbed every bit of trashy sitcom and talk show possible. Every now and then, my remote would wander over to comedy central. Usually they would have some crude and unwatchable comic on, plugging away his half-hearted jokes to an inebriated audience.

But one night I came across Gabriel Iglesias—otherwise known as Mr. Fluffy. Now I’m no comedy aficionado—not by any means—but this guy was funny. He had these freakishly accurate impressions—I mean, when he was trying to sound like a car, or a drive through speaker—he sounded like it. There was no question.

I think what I liked most, though, was his self-deprecating sense of humor—Gabriel wasn’t afraid to admit that he had something of a rotund mid-section, and he went a step further to turn it into a laughing point for everyone.  Whether he was comparing his girlfriend’s whisper of “chocolate cake” to  phone sex, or joking about how little movement it took him to work up a sweat at a dance club, I found myself chuckling.

So it doesn’t surprise me that his show is selling more rapidly than most, even though we’ve barely done any advertising. A comic like Gabriel has a reputation that precedes him. You can find out for yourself March 3rd, but only if you move fast—Gabriel may not be much of a runner himself, but his tickets are flying.