Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

I would like to thank the cunts from Jet Blue and/or the TSA who stole the computer bag with the two computers used for the Nigerian Spam Scam from my suitcase. I hope you enjoy the computers and the cables and couplers I also use for Coreyoke.

I hope that you continue working your shitty job where you can justify stealing stuff from people who work. I hope the drugs you’re buying with my shit make you feel better about your miserable fucking life.

I would also like to offer you two free tickets to see Jewtopia you motherfucking cunts.

Die.

FUCK JEWTOPIA IN THE NECK

Jewtopia,

Wow!

Getting a show produced is near impossible. You did it.
Running sold-out in L.A. is an extraordinary feat. You did it.
Getting produced off-broadway is unheard of. You did that.
Setting a record like “Longest running off-broadway show” is, well, record setting. You did it.
Franchising a show; having several productions running simultaneously around the U.S. is a goal many have and few attain. You have, several times.
Some people spend their entire lives trying to get a book deal. You’ve done that.
Having your play produced as a feature film *and* being able to play the parts you wrote for yourself could be said to be impossible, but you were able to do that.

It’s great that all of these things have happened for you. If my show, The Nigerian Spam Scam Scam, achieved just one of those, I would consider it an enormous suck-cess.

I’m nearly honored that we are represented (for now) by the same booking agency.

But…

By not showing up at the bookers conference because it “wasn’t worth your time” and having the agency show a crappy DVD you cleared the room. Literally.

When the evening began, the room had a dozen or so venue reps. Your DVD, shot on a consumer grade camera consisting of you talking about how suck-cessful your obvious and pandering piece of shit is, had the reps heading for the aisles.

Three reps from one theater toughed it out and stayed to see SpamScam.

Jewtopia, you don’t know me. I don’t know you. You don’t care about me or my stupid little piece of shit show. It’s obvious that you don’t give a fuck about anything besides you and your collection of crappy skits, but if there is some way for me to make your life worse, I most certainly will.

I’m not going to dwell on it. I won’t pursue it. I’m not going to give you another thought after I press “publish post”… but if somewhere, somehow, the opportunity to fuck you over so you miss out on a years worth of shows presents itself, I will. I will fuck your fucking piece of rotten and obvious shit show up.

Strap in.

spontaneous

Streets O' Napa: The kind of spontaneous publicity we need to get head. Or something.

backstage napa valley

Last show before we go to nyc.

"penisole"?

I feel as if I must preface this with a disclaimer about how I sometimes read spam email but then I think if I do preface this with a disclaimer (which I’m actually doing but you don’t notice because I’m sneaky like that, people) I will be “protesting too much” like someone who keeps bringing up how their ex means nothing to them.

Without further ado - Penisole - as translated by a retarded virtual english as a third language robot program from another country with no technology.

If I’d know women like vamps, my life would be very different. I wouldn’t have so much tensity*.

Again - Penisole:

What can I get and experience?

Big Penis! What psychological advantages does it have?


Don’t become unsociable. Become determined.
Big penis is big advantage.

Until next time. You’ll recognize me because I will be the one with my eyes filled with sexual energy and readiness to subjugate the fair sex.

life as we know it

back when patrick labyorteaux, stuart fratkin and i were up in canaduh doing ski school, they rented nintendo systems. stuart and i got hooked on mario 2. when we got back to l.a. we got the latest nintendo with mario 3.

fortunately for us, stuart and i landed the outer space show and were able to play nintendo while earning thousands of dollars a week. else we would’ve been destitute within a month. we actually had a month before we began shooting where we were sorta lame ducks as we knew we’d be working for 7 months, so we took that time to just play nintendo. stuart even named his production company ‘p-wing productions’ in honor of, well, the p-wing in super mario brothers.

i never really liked other video games.

then patrick labyorteaux got me doom one year for my birthday. i spent all of january playing doom. i hurt my knee because i didn’t move from the chair in front of my computer for a month. seriously.

then i removed the game from my computer and vowed to never get a video game system ever again, else i ruin my life. i’ve seen some of the games around and they look so insane and complicated. i played half life for 8 hours straight but also ultimately felt annoyed by it because there was no real ‘end’. maybe i’m wrong.

the point…

last year jessie and i played ‘guitar hero’ at a friend’s house. i was smitten. so was she. but i was able to resist.

we went to a party the other day and they had it there and, well…

no more.

today, in honor of black friday and capitalism, we got ourselves a playstation 2 with guitar hero3. i’m buying #2 off a friend of mine. i’m hopeful (see other post) that the bride and i will spend more time with each other. at least we’ll be in the same room, playing guitar hero with each other.

but, this is just to say goodbye. i doubt i’ll be doing anything else with my life until the bank comes for the house and we have to stop playing because the electricity is shut off.

it’s also good that i have yet another thing that is killing my wrists/fingers/forearms. i’m not carpal enough, people.

in other news, the bride made the best thanksgiving meal i’ve yet to have. perfect turkey, potatoeeooes, stuffing, gravy, green beans. nothing fancy. she said her goal was to keep everything basic and all she used, basically, for seasoning was butter.

her mom baked two pies that killed us and that’s unimportant because i must to play guitar hero until six a.m.

farewell. farewell.

speaking of tasteless… i got a happening text message from someone who shall remain nameless. it said “so and so died two years ago. let’s take a moment to remember him. and don’t forget to come to my club tonight. these bands will be playing:” and then listed some bands and other reasons to come to the club.

fascinating.

good one

Well that new jersey show was a delight. The man forced to drive us, Alex, was really cool and made even better. We're at LAX now, waiting for our ride. On our way soon. Yay!

spirit airlines

Spirit Air: Our Seats Are Cheap Because We Don't Have 'Em.

backstage II Electric Boogaloo

Victor in stockton dressing room

new jersey

Dressing room at richard stockton college. Nov 15 2007.

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