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My cousin in New York is part of an improv group known as the players. I saw the reunion show in which he sang "the saddest song ever written", the story of a deaf girl and a boy with no hands. Then he was also part of a few songs, the best of which being "mary kate". you can probably guess what that was about. He also did a spot on impression of bush, played a party guest that happened to be a flamboyant bill clinton, came up with a sonet about the long lost shakespeare play "where art thou pants?", and for the question "worst disney reject characters", he jumped to the middle of the stage with his arms out and said "hi kids, its your lovable pal jesus."
The best skit of the night however, was a poem called "dont worry. hook up." It was one guy with a conga and the other yelling out the poem as follows:
you...are a gorilla.
you...are a gorilla.
you...are...a gorilla.
fuck like a gorilla!
fuck...like a gorilla!
fuck like...a gorilla!
the guy playing the conga eventually yelled fuck like a gorilla over and over with the other guy who layed down on the ground and whispered fuck like a gorila into the floor mic.
so that may not sound funny, but it had everyone in the place in tears. Well...almost everyone...there were a few who didnt get it. They didn't realize there is humor in repitition.
The best skit of the night however, was a poem called "dont worry. hook up." It was one guy with a conga and the other yelling out the poem as follows:
you...are a gorilla.
you...are a gorilla.
you...are...a gorilla.
fuck like a gorilla!
fuck...like a gorilla!
fuck like...a gorilla!
the guy playing the conga eventually yelled fuck like a gorilla over and over with the other guy who layed down on the ground and whispered fuck like a gorila into the floor mic.
so that may not sound funny, but it had everyone in the place in tears. Well...almost everyone...there were a few who didnt get it. They didn't realize there is humor in repitition.