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Now In Our 9th Year!

Stage Werx Theatre
446 Valencia nr 16th
San Francisco

October 22, 2017 @ 7 p.m.

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Angelina Moles

Is There Fat in That?

I mean really, does your elbow have to be shoved into my side? Your stop better be coming up fast. I’ve been holding in all the profanities that I could shout your way but now you’re — Does anyone else notice that sound? Can it really only be me who hears it? Wait… is it coming from me? That seems odd. What happens if I step like this? Oh yeah, that’s much better. Wait, no there it is again — The buckle clicks once. “There’s supposed to be a second click.” Now my forehead’s glistening. She’s definitely staring at me. We’re both trying really hard but — An earthquake, really? He’s got me worried now. I have yet to experience an earthquake in San Francisco and I’m not willing to experience this right here, not with these people. I mean come on, I’m stuck in —

Kenny Yun photo

Kenny Yun

Happy Hour with Kim Jong Il

Tyrant Kim Jong Il. Live onstage. Madness. Concubines. Power agendas. Prisoners. More concubines. Plus, the dictator’s shocking secret banned from search engines. Don’t be fooled by smiles. This tyrant means business. Refuse to comply with his every whim and you can expect to be tortured with the unimaginable. (Warning: Not recommended for those with a low threshold for dictatorial high jinks.)

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Karen Ripley

The Funeral

Betty’s old friend Trudy dies. Betty does the best she can to gather up Trudy’s few belongings. She has Trudy’s phone in her bag. The phone starts ringing, texting, instant message, go to meeting, facetime. Who would be so cruel!!! She is distraught!! Damn thing won't turn off!

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Lou Kipilman

Wiseguy. Rake. Druggist. Dad.

Some folks say you shouldn’t Google yourself. But nobody said anything about Googling one’s father. So when Lou’s wife did a search on his long-deceased dad, a newspaper article half a century old appeared, telling a story Lou had never heard. A securities heist in suburban Pittsburgh? An arrest by the FBI in Brussels? Of a pharmacist from Queens? Connecting the dots will surely require more than a click of the “I’m Feeling Lucky” button.