Tonight I must indulge in that most fruitless of endeavours, a review of a theatrical production – on closing night.
The company? The Four Humors, a group of 5 or 6 guys who’ve been around for a while and seem to specialize in parodies.
The production? We Gotta Cheer Up Gary. Poor Gary. He seems to be down in the mouth, so, as a gift, he is being sent to be cheered up. Cheerology being more of a science than an art, the specially trained cheerologists will be working to cheer him up, checking off the boxes as they make their way through the scientifically designed procedures. Did you bring your ear-trumpet? You’re gonna need it. What’s your favorite color?
Blue-Green-Yellow-Red!
Make up your mind! Say, your blood pressure is all over the place. This will present a challenge. Did you know my kid just made it into the Rhode Island School of Design, and I don’t know how to pay for it? Oh, wait, there’s my boss – what do you mean, one of us will be fired tomorrow at 3 if we don’t cheer Gary up?
Chin up and all that, hey! Do you like magic? Here’s my colleague, who does it badly? Wait, improv! None of us have any training in it, who needs it anyways?
And so we see how it goes, to the gran’ denouement of a 20 inch long double headed dildo, which is guaranteed to awaken a smile from Gary.
And who’s Gary, you might ask?
WHY, IT’S YOU!
