If we held the show tonight, what would your talent be? What would you do to amaze and inspire the assembledmasses dozens?
I’d probably read something, if I could find something I’d written recently without any profanity. Wait.
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If we held the show tonight, what would your talent be? What would you do to amaze and inspire the assembledmasses dozens?
I’d probably read something, if I could find something I’d written recently without any profanity. Wait.
A.
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I’d do something cake-related…or bellydance (depends on my mood).
🙂
I play the drums.
mandolin interspersed by expository preaching 🙂
Singing. Always wit’ the singing, me.
Or maybe I’ll get this kind of thing going:
http://cirquedeverre.blogspot.com/2008/02/synchroblow.html
Blush. I’m good at it.
Me and my uke…And a jazzy tune.
Dog,cat, and Parrot show in which all performers are completely uncooperative and nothing goes as planned. People love catastrophes.
See my posting name!
I’d make goodbread pudding from stale crappy white bread. My talent is not caring how it turns out because it’s going to make the house smell good and whatever I end up with is better than stale bread. The key is how you press the bread into the sweet mixture with a fork before you put it in the oven. I’m an elite fork squisher.
I’d do my stand up comedy routine. Depending on the audience I might even my posterboards that I use to do a routine about Catholic school teaching on s e x.
I don’t like to brag or anything, but I’ve been told that it’s pretty funny.
joejoejoe, that’s (stale bread) is where the best bread pudding comes from! 🙂 I’m coming to your house!
Huzzah, my VW Bug cake turned out very well. 🙂
Elspeth
I’d be spocko’s opening act…
But seriously folks.
Extemporaneous poetry channeling Leonard Cohen. Between poems, violin and mandolin solos.
I sing–a lot. Currently in both a chorus and a quartet (both women’s a cappella, four-part harmony). I’da posted this yesterday, but I had an all-day rehearsal.
Mr. BuggyQ and I learned to swing dance for our wedding and surprised the hell out of our friends and families. We don’t do it so much since Mr. BuggyQ tore his bicep (it wasn’t lifting me, all you comedians) and his PCL (two separate incidents–he’s kinda accident-prone).
I would tell the story of how my dog learned to drive.
I’d pass out my locally famous cheesecake cupcakes, and then have a go at my very rudimentary juggling skills onstage while the audience distractedly licked their cupcake wrappers clean…
I wouldn’t mind going Rickles on a live audience. Just call me Mr. Warmth Jr.
Balance a chair on my chin.