Traverse City Comedy Festival: Teenager of the Year
Comedy for kids
Wow, three cheers for morbidity.
Teenager of the Year agreed to tell jokes on stage that were submitted by dying kids in Chicago hospitals on behalf of the Make A Wish foundation …. and record the performance live for them ….. and we’re laughing at the jokes “because the kids are dying soon.”
They’re actually great jokes.
Like this one: What’s Santa’s favorite holiday? …. “Christmas!”
Or this: What’s the scariest Great Lake? ….. “Lake ERIE!”
And this: What’s a vegetable’s favorite time of day? …. “Whenever it’s not being molested!”
Or better yet: What’s the best thing about being in a hospital? ….. “all the free ice cream!”
I wanna laugh, and sob, simultaneously.
Not for your grandmother!
Wow! The boys from Teenager of the Year are acting out different (some offensive) sketches — as if those acts were facing off in a March Madness College Hoops tournament
First up: :”Skydiving Rapist” defeats “Eighties Night”
Next: “The Last Toilet” knocked out by “Fight Scene on Pause”
Product placement
Teenager of the Year (Joe and Tim, from the Chicago neighborhood of Lincoln Square) just acted out an uncut version of their “Doritos Collision” commercial (you know, the pizza-ranch dressing-flavored chips). The act merged snack food promotion with an entire family dying in a “collision” car wreck. Anything goes in comedy!
Fit for my Grandma?
Posted eight hours ago on Teenager of the Year’s website:
“I have tickets for your TC Comedyfest show tonight. Will my 14 year old Daughter like your stuff? or should I bring my Grandma?”
Verdict’s still out. Have yet to see any blood and gore …
X-rated
Ten minutes into show, Teenager of the Year informs us, “no more refunds accepted”. I can see why, because the strip show begins soon afterwards (that is, the patriotic jerseys give way to hipster sweaters …. these guys are from Chicago, after all)
Kickin’ in patriotic style
Teenager of the Year just walked on stage at the Old Town Playhouse wearing patriotic white sweaters with American flags on them (timed for the Olympics, I wonder?). A little intro dance followed. Not choreographed. Certainly not synchronized.
How much you getting paid for that gig?
Minutes after stepping out of my car after the scenic, 5-hour drive here from Chicago, I meet a happy, semi-inebriated Canadian named Ian who was asked at the Michigan-Canada border on his drive down today (by men in uniforms), how much he’d be getting paid for his appearance at the first annual Traverse City Comedy Fest today. Needless to say, he’ll be in the audience, not on stage. I laughed anyway. The first joke of the evening.
It’s great to be here: Les bon temps roulez!