An Evening with Colin and Brad

So last night i went to Celebrity Theater to see Whose Line is it Anyway alum Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood.

Knew it would be pee-your-pants funny, as i would always break into fits of uncontrolled laughter during the TV show.

This was Whose Line...uncensored.

Oh...dear...lord...of..all..

I love Colin to death, but Brad stole the show, bar none. Granted, they couldn't do it without the other, but Brad was just...gah.

No words. Plus they did the Dialogue game based on the suggestion of Egypt.

Heh. Hehehhe.

Mom was leaning against me, hysterical laughing. Dad was certainly enjoying himself too.

As for seats? First row. Oh M'Gawd.

Games played included:

Moving Bodies.

Sound effects.

One Syllable Only.

Questions Only.

More Whose Line games, as well as their own twists.

They played an investigation game, in which Brad left the room and our suggestions led to:

His crime was that he'd ripped a tag off the mattress of King Henry the Eighth in Niskayuna, after pouring food coloring into the Holy water at church. His alibi was Jorge's Kilt Manufacturing Company, and his weapon was a pocket rocket.

The mother effer got it. He freakin got it...word for word. Colin's hints were to die for.

Hinting on the food coloring "Not everything is black and white."

To which Brad exclaims, "I ate a nun! I ate a nun, okay? I can't help it...it's a habit!"

*amused*

I want to go into more detail, of course. Brad mocking the pronunciation of Arizona towns/cities. "Phoenix. Fo hee nix. Tuckson. Buzzbee"

To which the locals yelled. "BIZZBEE! BIZZBEE!

Brad: Buzzbee...the locals call it Bizzbee.

Anyway..whew. That's not the least of it. I'll do more later.

I wanted to mention their last, "Game"...The world's most dangerous game, as Brad put it. Oh My Gawd I-Di-Ots...we are not on Jackass here.

The round stage rotates, covered in 100 live mousetraps.

Colin and Brad begin the ABC game with the letter P.

Blindfolded.

They got done with R when Colin stepped on a trap. He missed S because, well, when ya got a mousetrap chewing your big toe off....you might forget.

Game progresses. Brad gets snapped enough to issue a much deserved FUCK!

But Colin? Colin is assaulted. Ambushed. One at a time...two...then bunches at a time. snap snap snap.

I was curled in a ball, cringing, thinking, 'You stupid improving morons, STOP!'

At long last, Colin peered around, raised his blindfold, and started collecting traps from the floor. Poor Brad is oblivious that his comrade can see, and is continuing the game.

Colin then begins chucking mousetraps at Brad.

Brad, after realizing, the traps were coming from the air, raised his blindfold. Hmph. Children, i tell you.

But they got these really cushy looking slippers afterwards.

After a personal serenade, it was over, and the guys shuffled off.

God, was that good for a night of hysterical laughter. Much needed for my stressed family. And remember:

(Letter substitution...D instead of S)

You dupid! You dupid and dick! Dupid dickhead. I'm not D-cared of you!

And when a pet lion mauls its owner...it is NOT an emergency.