Eleanor is one awesome broad. She's a tough chick from South Philly and who just happens to look like one of Charlie's Angels. When she tells an audience, "That's not camel toe, those are my actual balls" she's pretty much right on - she's got the kind of comedic balls that supposedly only exist on men. There's a reason she can handle opening for Andrew Dice Clay. And, boy, can she open a show. If Eleanor comes out swinging, the only audience members who aren't going to be on board are the ones who obviously don't speak english.