Biochemically speaking PITY PARTY is a huge wallop of serotonin and warning must be given! The energy alone will make you feel woozy, then there’s the queasy watching of the lemon squeezy and there’s the feely feely of the likely lads and a willy nilly of silly string to hit the stomach enzymes and blood platelets thereby inducing sero overload. Hilarious therapy by dinosaur and dapper strapper. Thank God though there is no farty in the arty of party. But there are tits! Tits reclaimed!
Sweaty Pits are a pair of women on a fucking mission to pussy whip you into seeing the world with their unique brand of chaos and teach you a fucking thing about equality on the way. Frances McNair and Miriam Slater are riotous and rebellious and they just don’t quit during this hour of standup that doesn’t stand still. Continue reading PITY PARTY: THEY WROTE THE TITLE BEFORE THE SHOW … SERIOUSLY?