Man...last night's Cagematch show (which we lost against the uneven stylings but undeniable charisma of Terp and his krew. Terp could get onstage, scratch his nuts, fart, and leave the stage and he'd still win over anyone else) was super-raunch. Bob never would have consented to such blatant and narsty sexual constent between woman and snail. Standing in for Bob last night was one Jenny Cargz, improv powerhouse and super-pottymouth, who engaged my puppet Snail in some long-distance sex, doobie smokage, a videotape flashback of Snail's mother cutting off his penis* with scissors and then Snail finding it years later, and Jen removing one of her ginormous titties from her shirt and Snail sucking on it. SNAIL PUT HIS MOUTH ON JEN'S BOOB, people.
We felt we had to go blue after Cody mimed old lady masturbation. How do you top that?
Bob would be aghast. But that's what happens when Bob going evil-camping! I'm feeling a little bit like that Punch Drunk sketch about the morning after having sex with all your coworkers. I half expect a mime to come throw up on my floor.
I am a very busy little thing today. Tonight I will be putting my studying of 1920s slang to good use as the MC of the 1920s fashion show. I also have sketch class and have to go pick up that tux.
Don't forget to pick up the tux.
*Snails don't have penises, and my Snail is very proud of being a hermaphrodite, but he played the raunchy male to Jen's vaginally-focused, not-afraid-to-fake-an-O-onstage female.
Posted by Zerd at March 3, 2007 10:36 AM