The Boss of the show William Batty!
Juan Profit Organization!
Gunner Dizmal and his "Friend" a caution sign wrapped with barber wire and donning a hockey mask..
You could never meet a nicer meat head than this dude!
We were showing the crowd the act we used to do back on the streets of North Portland circa 1999-2000, it's called "What can we get Gunner to eat...puke up...re-eat" and i was gonna have him do some coin retrieval...ya know, pleasant entertainment.
I didn't have any change or keys on me and nobody from the crowd was givin up any penny so I guess it devolved into a puke fest!
Adding the super secret clown potion...(kitten ear medication from 1994).
Some folks left the room...other's quickly paid the $5 and hussled in.
The crowd was aghast but the boss was so proud!
A demonstration of "Mommy bird" (me) feeding "baby bird" (gunner)and we add the whole mix into the garbage bag lined bucket.
This bike had a mic!
Our nation's great artist Gunner Dizmal!
Coming back up it smelled like the sandwich he ate too!
I don't think the Behemoth (the green bike) had ever been puked on.
Here my battery died.
Our next act came after seeing such acts as Nagasita and an astounding magic act from Reed McClintock.
I brought a bar stool onto the stage with me and slammed it to the floor.
On it I poured 200 sharp thumb tacks.
"Gunner! Punish yourself for making the room smell like puke!"
He slammed his head into the tacks...then I pulled them out and he started bleeding...we slammed his head into the tacks many times and he was a mess...it was cool.
Then for some reason he stormed off stage all angry and bloody...what a jerk!
All night people were telling me that I should be ashamed for being such a dick to my co-hort. That tells me that the act was convincing.
Gunner Dizmal was a bloody mess at the end of the night he had make up and blood all over his face.The bouncers were a combination of concerned and amused at our "ACT".
Together William Batty, Mr.Creature, Gunner D and I violated the two rules of playing Dante's...
"No Penises and no blood".
During the "Chicken John tribute" installment of "What's up your ass!" the crowd was a little shy.
I don't blame them they had just seen some horrific stuff on that stage.
The Boss and I had to end the act ourselves by me sticking a back scratch-er up the Batty's caboose!Here is where he flashed a bit of man meat to the crowd.I quickly covered him with a bucket.
I got to put a scrub brush in this persons butt last night and she was able to guess what it was!
I can't believe I get paid to do this.
Gunner went home to Gresham loaded with dough and with a head full of "Fun-wounds" he was escorted by a pair of sisters.
Olive Rootbeer met me halfway home and we tall bikes home together holding hands.
1 comment:
oh bummer that the camera died! Another interesting show. fun crowd, actually, and everyone agreed that although they were pretty grossed out, it was worth the $5. =)
Post a Comment