Roast Tuesday Night

Unlike most of the horrible poet bastards we know who act way too scripted, coiffed and couldn't take a joke if their lives depended on it, Brendan Lorber and Sharon Mesmer have graciously agreed to have themselves skewered in public. Which is good, because they're insane and roasting them beyond recognition should be no problem whatsoever. The gutless fucks who dropped out of the roast, any gutless audience members, old nuns: these people will also be fucked with my long dark stick of humor.

Click thru for more info and we'll see you there. Or stay home, suck your thumb, write some more pansy-ass google cut-ups and send them to all your 40 something bellydancing friends. See what I care.