Why would you waste your time watching some improv troop spend 30 minutes cobbling together half a laugh when you could just sign up for a primal scream session and spend an hour each week trying to keep your body from convulsing into the roof? I have no idea who the magnificent buck-Timmy in charge of this production is or where he came from (PS: he should win the Pulitzer if this thing is a joke), but I would like to extend a heartfelt thanks for providing me next year's Halloween costume, late-night stoner viewing, and prospective off-Broadway production all in one fell swoop.UPDATE: We couldn't keep ourselves from posting this auxiliary clip any longer. It was like trying to hold in a fart through Das Boot. Click below for the goods.
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