Lewinsky Effect - Indiscriminate Improv

Who we are --

What are we all about? Because this is improv, we don't know for sure, but in many ways we're like our namesake Monica - some people find us hilarious, while others are just plain shocked and sickened. Who knows, some might even share a catharsis of pity and terror with us as we bare our souls. Not our bods, though; no one wants to see THAT. (However, we're willing to entertain the idea of nude audiences, at least in some cases. Ask for details.)

How did the Lewinsky Effect get started? It's an oft-told story, rendered none the less sordid by its constant repetition in Comedy Land. Like all addictions, it began with a single ominous act of self-indulgence. We wanted to hang with the cool kids, the mirth-and-whimsy crowd at Ann Arbor's Improv Inferno. Little did we know we were playing into the fiery hands of ever-burning improlust.

First they pushed a few hoary japes on us, free. Then it was, come on, try a few merry jests, you'll like them. Before long it was Gap dress be damned, I'm going for the Big He-Haw. Okay, we admit it. We were sluts for humor.

Until one day we woke up in a pool of our own setlists, wondering where we'd gone so terribly terribly wrong. (And what, exactly, those ugly stains could be.) We looked for improv rehab, but no such thing. So we've decided to embrace our forbidden love - nay, wallow in it. Why not join us as we indulge our insatiable urges? Come on, have a few giggles, on us. You'll like the codependence.

It ain't pretty, but that's how we got here. Except for Amy, who fell for the old "Hi there, little girl, I'm a talent scout" routine and accepted a van ride from a stranger. Sadly for her, it turned out to be our member Alan. Now she's hooked too, and only dimly wonders what happened to the stardom (and the candy bars) Alan promised her.

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