Improdome 3/21/07

Wells, Wells, Wells: an orafice drilled into the earth. Metaphor for the mans great girth or was it Mike Short, eating a tort. While those of us on stage did cavort. Girls playing boys with pink dildo toys. Big children abound, getting around. Driving to where? Putting on nair -- hairy Greeks, salad face. Be careful, she has mace. Oh my God, just tieing my shoelace. Does my outfit look out of place. Of course, because it's a joke, imaginary flake like bad cake. Well anyway lets bake and give it to him while he's playing in the gym, getting slim, limb by limb. Well folds so go home and take some tokes. Good night my friends: girls, and blokes.

Improdome 3/14/07

Ring, ring, buzz, buzz; never knew who it was. But it was fun with me and Hon as I checked out her beaver buns. Beaver as in the animal, the kind that builds the den, not some perverted, crazy, fuck'in hen. As in peck on my neck, what the heck. Gett'in perverted yet? What the steck or stack, or mack, or back; wanna lack or find or rind or grind, or bind: whatever. I don't mind. Where's the booth, it's so uncooth and aloof, blue tooth. How rude talking on the phone in the middle of the show. We could be doing good blow, or blow job -- you drooling, kinky, snob. Go eat some corn on the cob. Hey, but that wasn't in the show -- you're go'in so fast, go slow, go slow, go slow. Good night BoBo!

Improdome 3/7/07

Flat chested girls giving it a whirl. Mascarade effluvial cheese, beg for it on your knees. Girl boy, boy girl, bouncing up and down, jiggling all around. Money thrown on the floor. Finding a place with the girl, no more. Comments from Chris in the booth, persistant like a loose tooth. Mike chatting it up with the chicas, while wearing loose sneekas. Walking on the walls fallin on the flaws, psudo LSD, wheeeeeee. So does anybody get laid for real after this? Or is it just the tease of a blissful kiss? Go'in home alone and tak'in a piss. Woke up from a dream, What did I miss? Is it real or is it fake? A commentary we can make! Rock and roll, roll and rock, kid and jab and mock! Better go home and put on the door lock!

IMPRODOME 2/28/07

Cascading like ... like juice of life ... booth magic and Mike --- Rah, Rah, who ha, character scene morph into mean and nice like sugar and spice --- I looked and saw she was wearing a thong, A BLACK THONG -- don't get diverted, pay attention -- have to decide who gets best mention. So I heard Diana DiPasquale is moving to suburban bowels of New Jersey --- missing all this, blow her a kiss. --- So hi ya there Chris and Mike, intellectualising, synthesising, communitising and vermentising.