Anthony King: 2009

Scott Brown & I are hosting this show at UCBT tomorrow night.  We’re dragging out some of our old forgotten chestnuts like, “To The Guy I Caught Masturbating” and “Skeletor’s Maid.”

Probably one of the only times we’ll ever perform them live.  I even dug my conga drum and slide whistle out of storage.

Make Reservations Now!

Ari Scott took amazing pictures of KILLGORE.

I love how absolutely absurd this image is.  So many details that add up to something completely nonsensical (esp. if you didn’t see the show).

Bud Davenport & Doug Simon have written a musical.  And today it is available as a cast recording for the first time.

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KILLGORE is here.

THEATRE #20 - Before I saw the show last night I thought, “Why would they revive this on Broadway now?” There’s nothing in this production that answers that question.

There’s also nothing in this production that answers the question, “Why does my ticket cost so much money?”  A cheap, ugly physical production with lifeless direction, repetitive choreography and noble performers making the best of it.  Everyone in the theater - on stage and off - seemed like they’d rather be somewhere else.

DVD/DVR #48 - They didn’t even try.

KILLGORE isn’t just bloody.  It’s also weird.

Giggle for KILLGORE…

I was reminded today of this blog post I wrote back in March 2006.  It included some TMNT erotic fan fiction that I claimed to have written in 7th grade, but that I actually wrote in March 2006.

Warning: NSFW (if you read out loud)

from Turtles In The Sun

It had already been a long, hot day at the beach and Donatello was tired of throwing the frisbee with Raphael. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” he said, “Let’s wrestle!”

“You always want to wrestle,” said Raphael, “And I like it!” The two muscular turtles laughed as they engaged each other, their undershells touching ever so slightly.

“You’re gonna get it this time!” Donatello said, wrapping his arm around Raphael’s waist. Raphael felt a twinge down below and allowed himself be pinned. “What do I win?” said Donatello. “I think you know,” said Raphael.

They kissed, allowing their turtle tongues to intertwine passionately. Little did they know they were being watched.

“This is hot!” said Beebop. “Damn hot!” said Rocksteady. They both already had their animal dongs in their rough hands, pleasuring themselves at the sight of the two mating turtles. “Wait’ll we tell Shredder about this!” said Beebop, “But first…”

Beebop lowered his head and took Rocksteady’s rock hard member into his snout. “Damn!,” snarled Rocksteady, “You really are a wild hog!”

They were being watched as well…by April O’Neil, sexy redheaded reporter for Channel 6 news. She had her camera on, filming the whole hot and sexy scene. “Looks like I may win a Pulitzer,” she giggled to herself. “What?” said Splinter, looking up from between her wide-spread legs. “Nothing!” she yelped. “You just keep eating, you dirty, dirty rat!”

Blood for KILLGORE…

DVD/DVR #47 - I watched this in 10-minute chunks over four or five weeks.  I’m not sure I understand anything that happened.  But a hilariously big computer tried to kill Shia LaBeouf.