I went to a comedy show on Hallowe’en. It was a real boohaha!
People who dislike comedy clubs suffer from skits-refrainia.
As an art buff, I’m always hopped up on sedatives. Life is more anaesthetically pleasing that way.
I knew the Broadway Theatre award show was corrupt when, at the banquet, they served rigatoni.
When seeing Swan Lake, should you opt for ballet parking?
Hear about the play they staged at a cemetery?
It got grave reviews.
Many professional sculptors complain of extreme pain when listening to Clay Aiken.
The theatre director used the solidified carbon dioxide to cathartic effect. “By the end of the performance,” he predicted, “there will be no dry ice in the house!”
Haven’t been to Barcelona? That’s painful. You’ve Gaudi go!