As a coda to the homeward bound post of days past, the trip I have started to actually plan (at least registering for the conference), it looks like I’ll be there on a Thursday night. For anyone who knows me from way back when, Thursday night at 10 p.m. means only one possible thing — Walsh Fucking Brothers. The elder says, “I’m in the book.” If not on “stage,” I’ll be sipping a PBR at the back of the ImprovBoston Theater on May 11.
OK, I’m a fucking moron, getting that specific on the web. So, like, if you are a stalker or maybe a pedophile who thinks my juvenile writing is evidence of my juvenilia, I’m just kidding. Nothing on the web is real.
whooo whooo a location at last
ill book the flight ticket organize the hotel lock n load all the weaponry
ahhh spot the flaw here its a bit short notice
still never mind ill throw rotton veg at the monitior when you post the podcast
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Dave, I am so flattered. And, yet, so happy that you are ~6,000 miles away.
XOXOXO
but brace yourself girl im a comeing over the pond and yup im gonna come and heckle
at one of your gigs
so brsuh up on the fat gobby limey type put down just for me
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxand happy M meeting day
dvea