And the lord spake thus...

Perhaps I spoke too soon. I'd just like to share the message we received from the theater just before going on stage at the Lamb's for our final show on Thursday. Last week we trilled fuck repeatedly in the final number as the pastor of the church looked on aghast. Apparently he missed the part where Stephen and I rolled around the floor in a lesbian lick-fest not two scenes prior. Certainly then it would have stated "Do not pantomime munching box please during the performance." Maybe accompanied by a helpful diagram, penned by the pastor himself. But then again, every guy likes to see two hot girls (well, guys in wigs) get it on for the first time. Preferably in a sweaty locker room. Truth be told, the people who run the theater were directed to give us the profanity message by the church-folk, forcing their hand. This begs the question: How do you do theater in a conservative church environment? Good question, me. Thank you. And the answer is: You don't. Goodbye, Lambs, it was fun. Before you attempt any Shakespeare please know that the man revelled in dick jokes and peppered every play with them, even the histories.
-JohnG

Before I forget. Thank you, unbelievably cute interns. Keep on rapping.

We got extended!! Somehow...

The priests at the Lambs have yet to find out, not only that some of us follow alternative lifestyles, but that we often take off our shirts and occasionally simulate autoeroticism onstage. We'll be back at the Lambs this thurs. the 4th and next thurs. the 11th. Both at 10pm. Until then please enjoy a doodle I found online that reminds me of my new working conditions.