via Apartment Therapy.

Full Frontal Male Nudity is not a staple of most performances I’ve seen at the UCB Theatre, but the exception seems to be Midnight on every 3rd Saturday of the Month when the Dirtiest Sketch in L.A. Contest tries to live up to it’s name. The concept is simple: 2 great hosts, 3 “celebrity” judges and a half dozen or so teams put on a sketch show aimed at the shock and disgust of the audience. Winner take all…er, $3.07.

Naturally in the assumed mecca of depravity that is Hollywood you expect nothing less than entertainment suited for the Sadist ring of Dante’s Inferno, thankfully most performances come pretty close to meeting that expectation.

Of course the mind can paint the dirtiest pictures of what you would hope to see but perhaps that level is more suited for Tijuana than California. Liberal as it is here, there always seem to be limits. Either that or just the realization that we live in a city that is all talk. But I digress, because i don’t expect to see a donkey show in this setting (although i was told that one performance involved intercourse with a pig’s head), i do expect that there will be a few select brave individuals who would break right through the limits of decency. Which thankfully they always do.

And although sometimes the humor can go for the lowest common denominator…in a bad way; the writing can also be brilliant and full of a truth so profane that it will shake you down the innocent person that still lives inside of you. Most of the world just isn’t ready for that. So whether you are there to see slapstick and simulated bodily fluids (literally any and all of them) or a brilliant monologue about fucking the life out of a still beating heart (srsly), Dirtiest Sketch is not to be missed. You sick motherfucker.

The next Dirtiest Sketch in L.A. is Saturday July 19th at Midnight. Click here to make ONLINE reservations (which you’ll need).

UCB THEATRE
5919 Franklin Ave
Hollywood CA
(across from the ChiMo headquarters)
(323) 908-8702

Thats kind of weird right? Last night I met Bobby Lee at the Comedy Store. I knew he would probably be there though so thats kind of cheating (but not the reason for going there). A new friend (she still has that new friend smell) introduced me to him and he either said I was pretty or handsome, i can’t remember, i tee-hee’d. A few minutes later he grabbed my man-boob and asked if that was ok. Of course it’s ok. You’re semi-famous, you’re allowed.

Ok Michael McDonald, you’re next. (not the one from the Doobie Brothers.)

I was/am/will always be a fucking nerd. I’ve gotten Weird Al’s autograph
…twice*.

And I also <3 Palindromes and Bob Dylan. Therefore, this video is awesome. (Pushes up glasses)

*1985 and 1997

First it was Will Sasso at a premiere on Monday, and i’ll give him that one, I was on his turf. But today I’m just finishing not enjoying my lunch at work when loud and very black gospel singing explodes from the conference room. Our boss had let a friend “a mover and shaker” named B.J. use our conference room to conduct a meeting of sorts. The first thing I said was, “Good Lawd there Whitney, whats goin’ on in the conference room?” And the people come out of the conference room and across the office I see a woman with Red-braided dreads down to the middle of her back and it’s Debra Wilson. I squint to be sure and she recognizes my recognition and we exchange waves. My boss was talking to her and didn’t even know who she was. Apparently she was pitching a show idea to B.J. or vice versa. I didn’t get to see her sleeves.

Best Whitney Ever. “Bobbay!”

I heard about this spread earlier this week and stubled across the pictures via PopBytes.

Remember when we had to make due with unnatractive female comedians? Well score one point for dangerously out-of-control overpopulation. We get our funny where we get our sexy now. I figured I should use this opportunity to plug 30 Rock so they don’t cancel it. Right now it’s the only show on Network TV that I watch (online of course) because it’s funnier and smarter than anything else out there.

I don’t want to say anything bad about female comedians because a lot of these ladies are really talented and probably making all of the hopelessly deluded would-be startlets very jealous here in L.A. (good, go back to the fucking farms, its too crowded here as it is and you won’t go out with me) So I won’t join in on the backlash. Besides, its way past my bedtime. So I’ll leave you to these pictures and you can just replay old episodes of Strangers With Candy in your head while you stare at Amy Sedaris full as a tick. Or maybe you’re thinking about other things… sick bastard.

Oh Sarah…