Has it really been two years since I started posting my ridiculous thoughts, observations, gluttony, and depravity on this blog The Regular Guy NYC? Looking back over my scribble it just so happens that October is my two year anniversary of this madness that I have been vomiting out all over this blog. Where did the time go? In the words of the legendary anchorman Ron Burgundy – “Well, that escalated quickly”. I don’t know about you all but sometimes I can’t even believe the stuff that gets splattered all over this blog, and for some reason you all keep reading it. It’s like a pain and pleasure thing. It hurts so good, but you keep coming back for more. Like a car wreck that you can’t turn away from. I keep posting and you can’t seem to stop staring at my insides cooking like road pizza on the hot asphalt. What can I say? Many of you are just as demented, vile, raunchy, and sick as I am. I dig crazy, and really appreciate all of the support, comments, and feedback I have received and continue to receive here, even if it borders on stalking. By the way, does this rag smell like chloroform? Come, step into my unmarked white van of blogging! Continue reading Projectile blog vomiting all over NYC for two years now!
If you were a child of the 90’s, or even a twenty something that used to lay around on lazy weekend mornings watching the boob tube there is more than a fart’s chance in a wind tunnel that you used to watch Saved By The Bell. It was the perfect mindless junk TV show. The plots were ridiculous as if a fifth grader wrote the scripts. Many gals had a crush on Zack and Slater. Many guys used to fantasize about Kelly and Jessie. We laughed at the exaggerated awkwardness of Screech. We wondered why Lisa was even part of the show. Mr Belding was the cool principal we wish we had. It never seemed as if any teachers even worked at Bayside High. In fact, were there really any other students who attended this high school? The crew hung out in the hallways by their lockers more than they ever went to class. Sounds like my kind of school! Damn, I wish I went to Bayside instead of the dreary suburban hellhole of a learning institution I got stuck with. My high school resembled a prison. At least we got to live vicariously through our friends at Bayside every weekend, and then in reruns forever!
Now, here we are 20 years later still reminiscing about this series, it can still be found in reruns on TV, and some of the original cast are acting on new series and entertainment shows. Screech made porn tapes. Jessie made a career killing stripper movie. Lisa did something to her face that makes her unrecognizable and not in a good way. Mr Belding has disappeared. Good thing that Bayside! The Musical! has come around to help us relive those wonderful years of the 90’s with a show so twisted and evil that it makes you wish the original series was more like this! Now playing at Theatre 80 on St Marks Place in NYC you can join in and become an honorary classmate. Beware the front row pill splash zone! Continue reading Relive the 90’s with a twisted view at Bayside! The Musical!
Laughed our asses off from start to finish. 50 Shades! The Musical is an absolutely hysterical skewering of the book 50 Shades of Grey. This was a total raunchfest with so many funny lines, zingers, and double-entendres throughout. The songs were brilliant on the scale of the dirtiest South Park comes up with. Sharp writing and brisk direction made this 90 minute show breeze by. So many laughs. So much fisting!
Eye candy for the ladies, and some eye candy for the men. Even a really funny full-on banging simulated sex session in the middle of the audience that took everyone by surprise and elicited uproarious laughter! Continue reading 50 Shades! The Musical. Raunchy, filthy, sexy fun in NYC.