Thursday, February 11, 2010

Yesterday, in improv rehearsal, I got to play a blood thirsty zombie were-sheep, I was forced to try out my hand at an hispanic accent and failed gloriously in Frankenstein-like mix of Italian and Irish, and tried to escape a spider alien invasion with my true love, Tad. Astroid hits, gun battles, Irish moors, chases through tunnels...

That, my friends, is why I love improv.

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