Word is that the Improv Everywhere folks have a TV deal. That alone should make me — generally speaking a jealous little fucker – hate them. When I see beautiful stuff like this, though, it’s really hard.
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Perhaps these people have done “it” “something” “weird” to Ypsilanti. That would explain everything. Wow! Cool. I wonder when they’ll letus get back to reality here in town? Wow! Cool! OK. …. Enough. OK? Hey! Cut it OUT! I want my city back! NOW!!!
Once, I was walking home from the bar and, very suddenly, I really, really had to poop. I knew if I took another step, in any direction, I’d lose it in my long trousers. So, I stood frozen on the sidewalk for like, fifteen minutes, trying to regain control. (People kept walking by, gawking, and breaking my concentration.)
This just reminded me of that. For someone who’s “been there,” everyone from ImprovEverywhere looks like if they move a muscle, they’ll totally crap their pants.
It will make AWESOME TV!
Is that why all those people stand frozen outside the Idle Hour?
I don’t know about the Idle Hour, but isn’t the video all the more fun when you picture the 207 people desperately squeezing their buttocks trying not to shit themselves?
Come on, I’m not alone in that, am I?
Isn’t all performance art, at it’s core, about people trying desperately not to shit themselves?