If there is a lesson to be learned from Keith Lowell Jensen’s headlining set at the Punch Line, it’s to never solicit religion at his door, lest you wish to be treated to an all-nude male revue starring the local comic.

The hypothetical situation was one of the older bits that made it into KLJ’s hour-long routine on Aug. 26. The show was in celebration of his first album of stand-up, To the Moon… Live at Luna’s.

Hosting the night and warming up the crowd was Marcella Arguello. At 6 feet 2 inches tall, the hard-hitting San Franciscan towered over her male counterparts, a fact she didn’t shy away from.

“I can kick all of your asses if you back-talk me,” she joked before introducing the first comic of the night, John Ross.

The original Christian comedian on the Coexist? Comedy Tour, Ross played off his awkward demeanor and nerdy looks. “I’m like the gayest-looking Mormon ever,” he commented about his well-kept appearance. He also admitted that he likely lost his religion after Coexist?’s run, which brought loud applause appropriate for the night honoring a staunchly atheist comedian.

Ray Molina’s dry, deadpan humor was next. While many of his jokes would be offensive if they were told by a more energetic performer, the fact that he delivered them with a straight face made the bits that much more disturbing and hilarious. Few stand-ups can make people laugh uncomfortably at controversial subjects like abortion and social justice like Molina.

The self-described “lewd and crude” Kelly Price brought the energy back to the crowd with her decidedly adult-oriented act. Somewhere between Lisa Lampanelli and Roseanne Barr in terms of influence and style, Price had everyone in tears with detailed explanations of her exploits as a newly divorced woman in her 30s looking for love without all that pesky romance that goes along with it. None of her jokes are fit to print here, so seek her out next time she’s on a bill if you’re in the mood for dirty jokes told by someone who wouldn’t look out of place driving a van full of kids to soccer practice.

After Price finished her set, the time had finally come for the man of the night. Keith Lowell Jensen took the stage with punk music blaring in ironic contradiction to the finely pressed suit he was wearing. Aside from the aforementioned bit on answering the door in the buff, KLJ mostly riffed on newer material he had been working on since he recorded his album in April, plus a few from the CD itself.

Jensen’s biting commentary on religion and the way society perceives it was still prevalent in his act, but it was interspersed with bits on his imminent transformation into a father in October and why he is “hella gay at being straight.”

Also included was his now-standard observation on the world of pornography and why there isn’t a sub-genre just for him called “Not F****** Disgusting.”

By the time the night ended, the audience had been hit with a solid three-hour block of comedy, which wasn’t too shabby for $15 ticket price and a free copy of KLJ’s CD.