When you have no talent, no script, no plot, no story, and no excuse for being alive, flash your junk. Pathetic knobs.
Choreographed by Canadian director Dave St Pierre, it features an ‘audience participation’ segment where naked men dressed in blonde wigs embrace startled theatre-goers.
I think if a naked man in a blonde wig tried to hug me I would probably do things to him that would make Dr. Mengele cry for his mommy.. However.. There is no way I would be there in the first place.
I agree GreyJohn. It’s like that lady who would sit onstage and scream expletives at her audience while exposing her distended *insert favorite nickname for a woman’s most private area here*
People pay ~real~ money for this crap?
Bill
Ohh, it’s Fwench! Explains a lot! Now it’s blonde wig wearing fwenchies! Now that helps put it in context.. But, in a British Theatre?