Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Rioters
Ever pull your hamstring and sprain your wrist while trying to escape from a mob at Ted Greenberg's off broadway show? Well, you wait yet. Those people are superbly intelligent fun loving and secretly untameable animals. This is the before shot. I am typing this with one hand and an eye patch.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Eastern European Sausage Party
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Open Bar Saturday
Greenberg is trying to kill me. Whenever he has open bars, the audience starts gettinga little too wild. Like less playful domesticated puppy dog-wild, more foaming at the mouth scary baby you found in the woods-wild.
But do they get more wild than the mascot, you ask?
1. of course not because
2. I have a slingshot and a drinking problem.
The end!
Boycott the New York Times
This article about mascots in the New York Times is the last straw. It's an article about "mascots" with no mention of the Burger Method or ME. It's just a profile about bullshit foamy costumes. It had so little substance I'm surprised that seven foot tall blonde Style lady didnt write it.
And FYI, I went to Mascot Academy with the Rooster in this picture and he has forty five nipples.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Society, sucking of
I think I can draw some major sociological conclusions just by looking at the people who decide not to have sex with me. Everyone under 30 is hot but clearly demented. Notice these 2 pictures: Before, without Greenberg: hot girls totally not interested in me. After, with Greenberg: hot girls still totally not interested in me.
I dont even need to mention the Herbinger Stuidy where it was found that 5 out of 7 children born in the tri state area in the 1980s were cocaine babies.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Answers to Your Questions
First of all, yes, I have been "in a cave" the past 2 weeks. If by "in a cave" you mean emotionally recuperating from getting laid off at my part time gig as the Salvation Army mascot. All the better: more time to devote to BTM!
Second of all: No. I'm not "developmentally delayed", I just can't talk during my performance in THE COMPLETE PERFORMER. Even the pelvic thrusts are carefully thought out.
THIRD OF ALL, all you MR STRUNKS out there: YES, SOMETIMES I FORGET TO TAKE OFF CAPSLOCK. so what.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Me, another hot chick, and the cockblock of the evening
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
MOST IMPORTANT CORRECTION
I have been informed by Greenberg that the two people to the left and right of me are not "ladies".
First of all, thanks a lot, smarty pants.
Second of all, an explanation for non-performers: the hour or two after a show is sort of like the hour or two after eating four boxes of Frosted Flakes. You're still a little messed in the head. You make questionable decisions. Sort of like you're temporarily Plaxico Burress.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving Full of Hell
Spend time with your family this blessed holiday? Me too. Blessed, blessed day.
Nothing more wonderful than eating and spending countless hours with Ted Greenberg, a bunch of nincompoop 5 year olds, and his bald Pinocchio.
Greenberg did not appreciate my putting Pinocchio in the oven like the Pilgrims intended. The children however, loved it.
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