comedy
FREE Judah Friedlander Book-Signing and Stand-Up
Have you ever wanted to beat up a ninja? Or maybe a ninja riding on top of a dinosaur that you encounter in a dark alley? Then be sure to pick up Judah Friedlander’s new book “How to Beat Up Anybody: An Instructional & Inspirational Karate Manual” or HTBAUAIIKM for
FREE Don't Touch Me There Live Show
If you’re been scouring the internet for parody videos featuring low budget costumes and farce-style acting about contemporary topics like Tim Tebow’s mom, TNT dramas and payphones, look no further than Don’t Touch Me There. Blaine Perry and Pat Stango and their Don’t Touch Me There team make a fine
Escape Times Square Pain at HB Burger
Let’s say you ended up in Times Square. I’m sorry. But you’re here, and after fending off a hundred pan flute players and dudes asking if you like comedy, or, worse, you just got off shift playing your pan flute or asking hundreds of Germans if they like comedy (the
TICKET GIVEAWAY: Liz Miele at Caroline's on Broadway
Remember being 18? Apparently while the rest of us were sneaking warm beers from our parents’ garage, comedian Liz Miele was being profiled in the New Yorker. NBD. Now, at 25, Liz’s comedy is older and wiser but still told with the relatable ease that’s been earning her attention since
Steamboat: FREE Sexy Comedy Reading
Watching comedians on TV is all right, but the beeps where there should be swearing really detracts from the overall enjoyment. It’s not anywhere near as tragic as when movies get edited for TV and they replace words like “sex” with “the session” and you die a little bit inside.
Tonight – Don't Touch Me There (Again!)
We here at Broke-Ass Stuart have featured Don’t Touch Me There a whopping total of five times over the past year. This offers up a number of possible explanations. It is, for example, possible that BAS, conscious connoisseur of all things comedic and sharp, sees a certain artistic strength and emotional maturity in
City Winery Wants to Get you Drunk and Show you a Nice Time
Unless I accidentally sit in the wrong seat, it is unusual for me to walk into a bar and find three glasses of nice wine waiting for me on my table. Especially at a swanky spot, complete with prerequisite swanky spot twinkly lights. But this happened to me at City