Come laugh your ass off at El Cid in L.A. with TV stars Laurie Kilmartin, Carlease Burke, Jen Kober…and me! 7:30PM. Only $10 with no drink minimum!!! (Click the flyer to zoom in).
Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink! Yes you will come laugh and drink!
December 7th, 2010 at 7:55 pm
sweet bajeebus that’s some foul-mouthed commentary! Mr. Joy Nose, now you’re just wasting paper and ink. use a sock like everybody else. as for you, Poster Children of Incest i’m with you on the bookends theory. whisky and jen klobber — look at their mouths. it looks like they’re chewing or gnashing or gritting teeth — that aint normal. they’ve got some shit to complain about, it’s obvious. they’re perverted, warped, probably beyond fucked up in the head — look at the tension. whisky looks like he’s about to eat his own damned mouth. that’s the kind of comedian i like: BROKEN with nothing to lose…except maybe some enamel.
December 7th, 2010 at 3:37 pm
I used to jerk off to sexual poses of women in actual magazines when I was a teenager rather than same computer which I’m using to type this post.
This poster of Jen, Laurie, Carlease, and Scotch reminds of the good ole days of jerking it off to tangible print cum rags of playboy, penthouse and hustler magazines. With Playboy, they use to have these Connecticut type hoes (you know: the unattainable little preppy bitches with those angelic faces and boobs and legs that would just go on forever.) My fantasy, even back then would be to shoot a “humiliation load” right on those preppy center fold Playboy Connecticut Yankee bitches – kind of like they do today in XXX gonzo short films.
Well, I gotta tell ya: that Laurie Kilmartin brings me back to my Jerk Off days of 1985 to 1987 – that classic playboy bunny that I just wanted to blast all over the face. Sure I would dream about blasting over the tits, belly, cunt and so on…but nuthin’ like this southern boy to shoot a humiliation load right on that Connecticut Yankee’s face whom resides in King Arthur’s Court we call the Playboy Mansion.
Yeah: I definately would love to shoot…wait a second.
Ok back: just printed out the poster image on my fancy hp color photo printer. Got my humiliation load out; most of it did land on Laurie. Some got on Jen and Carlease – and a tad even got on Scotch. Sorry bud, didn’t mean to shoot my humiliation load on your photo. Kinda of feel a little gay now and will throw out the poster.
Still got some more photo paper and enough ink to do this again and again…something about Laurie Kilmartin’s preppy – snobby New England nose that rouses my little spermies to want to settle and fertilize on the New England country side of Kilmartin’s nose. Ah, New England!
December 6th, 2010 at 11:02 pm
If Scotch and Laurie Kilmartin had sex and Dr. Joseph Mengele was involved with the post coital production of the fetus – I think the kid would’ve come out lookin’ like Carlease Burke with a literal split personality disorder not unlike the two masks of comedy and tragedy – adjacent but very juxtaposed.
One day Carlease is a Well adjusted educated African American Woman from Harvard making her family proud; – and BOOM! the next day she’s “Lil Kim” of Junior Mafia singing about bank robberies and getting her pussy licked while she counts her money.
Thank you, Doctor Mengele!
December 6th, 2010 at 8:44 pm
…was trashed with (name of cheapest tequila goes here)
December 6th, 2010 at 8:42 pm
Is it me or do the two book end comics in the El Cid poster look as if they are fucked in the head as they were most likely sexually molested as children; and – the two comics inserted in the middle of the poster look like they are extremely well adjusted people. I put my money on Jen and Whiskey Man making me laugh more. They say the ones who look fucked had the fucked life. Yeah, you kinda get the face that life threw at you. We all know it is the ones who went through hell and came out of Satan’s ass who will make us laugh the loudest. Yeah, the guy at the end of the poster definitely wins most fucked up Manson family member. I would not trust him with my Cat or a bunch of bananas. And Jen totally looks like she’s covering up her Mexican’s father late night “tuck-ins”, while mommy was trashed with .
December 6th, 2010 at 7:49 pm
Yeah…you know what else is remarkable about December 8th – the man who created and wrote songs about peace and tolerance was shot outside of his New York City apartment.
Yeah: as I watch Scotch and Friends trying to make me laugh this coming Wednesday, I’ll try not to remember that Cold day in 1980 when I heard the news of the assassination of John Lennon on WINNS News on my 88 AM radio dial that Tuesday Morning after. At least I had something to be really sad about rather than just another awkward adolescent day ahead as I trekked it down to my middle school.
So: ya think you’re gonna have a good time 30 years to the day after John Lennon’s death. Great timing. Go, El Cid!
I wonder if Apple, Yoko, Ringo and Paul would’ve kicked off the Beatles’ Catalog on I-Tunes this coming December 8th? Hmmmm.
Perhaps if Kevin Nealon pulled a subliminal man message: “Don’t worry about John Lennon’s death 30 years after the fact; go to El Cid and watch Jen, Laurie, Carlease and Scotch make you laugh. Let me have sex with your girlfriend.”
Guy: “You know hon, I think I want to go to El Cid and watch Jen, Laurie, Carlease and Scotch make me laugh. ”
Guy’s Girlfriend:”Who they fuck are they?”
Guy: “I don’t know, but if Kevin Nealon tells me to do something “subliminally” I’m gonna fucking do it! Now hon, would you like to have sex with Kevin Nealon, I won’t mind.
Oh, I get it: we would be celebrating John Lennon’s life if we were to go to El Cid’s this Wednesday December 8th. “Yeah, that’s the ticket.” El Cid’s owner says to himself: “thank you John Lovitz for that quick out to our massive fucking faux pas.”