Pimprov at Second City


















Greetings and salutations dearest readers,

Allow us to turn our attention today towards the unsung heroes of urban living. Those managers of the first
profession, offering valuable protective services and backhanded bitchslaps. We speak, of course, of The Pimp.
And how would such a noble creature perform improvisational comedy? Why, through Pimprov, of course!

But of course, let us not forget the opening act. "Obsessed" began the evening with a series of improvised scenes.
Delving into the political landscape, the undertones of an impotent man with a disenfranchised wife due to George
W. Bush rang true in our political landscape. Further societal inquiry attacked sexy crime scene shows. A hint,
dear reader: Exhibit B was Boobies!

Yet the meat of the show was the pimps themselves. Daddy Jenkins, Hollis (Pronounced "Ho Lease"), Pimpin'
Poochie, and Grand Finale (a.k.a. Count Mackula), after some "pimp posing," performed various "pimp scenes,"
improvised scenes as only a pimp can do. One audience suggestion led into investment advisor Mr. T, a
masseuse inmate, and,
as The Bastion affectionately refers to her, Grandma Whoopass. These pimps are so committed, one pimp
actually acted like it hurt when Grandma Whoopass hit him with that chair!

However, the most captivating part of the show was the audience interaction. Pimp Daddy Al was at first the usual
timid, white grandfather taken from the audience at a show called Pimprov (I guess the elderly will go anywhere
their Hoverounds take them!). Fortunately, after some pimp-coaching, Pimp Daddy Al pimprovised his way out of a
paper bag and into some dance moves. This is, of course, all before the highlight of the night, in which each pimp
grabs a hoe and gets his money/suggestions from that hoochie throughout an improvised scene. Wonderful
audience participation kept everyone enthralled, and truly proved that pimprovisin' ain't easy. Or maybe summa
dem bitches was just dum.

We jest! Neither we nor the fine upstanding members of Pimprov (and fellow members of the Dean Koontz Book
Club, as pictured), truly condone objectifying women. For that just cause, after every show the Pimprovisers have
a collection for a women's shelter. The night we attended, these outstanding citizens raised $90 for the Between
Friends Battered Women's Shelter.

To support the work of such classy gentleman, or to get your giggles on for guys in pimp costumes, check out their
show. It's tomorrow night, Saturday, September 29th, Donny's Skybox, 9pm. And you best have yo' pimp's money
this time, beeyotch!

- Chris Singel