June 1st, 2005


Everybody Dies.


David, of Propergander fame, kindly invited me to check out their latest show “Everybody Dies” this past Saturday.

These motherfuckers are hilarious. The last sketch alone is worth the price of admission. I was laughing so hard that I had to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye. But because male eye moisture is unfairly perceived as a sign of weakness, I was forced to lean forward and donkey punch the lady sitting in front of me. BAM, right in the back of the head. Like that bitch? Yeahhh, thought so … Anyway, go check out “Everybody Dies.” It’s donkey-punching merriment.

(Their next play looks like it’s going to be pretty good too. Check out the trailer.)


After the show, I headed over to Blink to meet up with a group of old friends including T, who’s visiting from Hong Kong. T, God bless him, is a savvy businessman - a Harvard MBA and a VP at Warner Bros. But the guy can sometimes be the Chinese version of a blonde joke.

For instance, he was looking at one of the many TV’s at Blink and remarked, “Can’t wait to see that movie. Heard it got good reviews.”

We looked up at the TV screens to see which movie he was talking about.

“What movie?” asked one friend. T nodded toward the screen.

“Cinderella Man,” he replied.

We all looked at the TV again and instead of seeing Russell Crowe in a 1930’s boxing ring, we saw two heavily muscled men in black spandex shorts, kicking and elbowing each other inside a cage.

“Dude, that’s not Cinderella Man. That’s an Ultimate Fighting Championship commercial,” said another friend.

“Oh yeah,” said T.

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