Lonnie Bruhn is one funny cripple. He uses that particular c-word shortly after he's clambered onstage with his cane and/or walker. You'll get over it. Maybe when he extols the virtues of his tricked-out walker — two words: drink holder — or tells the story of rolling it into a strip club.
Bruhn, who always knew he'd do comedy, has an eye for hilarity, even when it's a little too soon to joke. As a child, he watched his mother fly into a rage, stomping up and down on his favorite hat, and thought: "Someday I'm going to make people laugh about this."
The Portland comic is not interested in varnishing the truth about living with cerebral palsy (or being a father or anything else, really) or giving anybody a gold star for being sympathetic. His set at Humboldt Brews on Tuesday at 9 p.m. presented by Savage Henry ($5) is not going to turn into a McDonald's Special Olympics commercial.
Instead, prepare for the raw observations of a smart, grumpy, insightful, mildly horny, likable guy who loves his life and finally got his diabetic kid to clean his room by hiding the insulin somewhere in the mess.