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An ATX Based, Aceable Born Collective of Writers & Artists

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Pick of the Day: Doper Than Dope

“You can do what you wanna do, in Living Color!” The popular 90s sketch comedy show, which launched the careers of Jamie Foxx and J-Lo, isn’t running any new episodes anytime soon, but its influence lives on with the breakout local improv troupe: Doper tha

Congrats to Andie and the Doper Than Dope crew!

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This week we’re joined by Andie Flores of the award-winning sketch show Doper than Dope! We talk about the music we want played at our funerals and lots of fun pranks you can play on loved ones even after being gripped by the cold embrace of death. Plus, a 10-minute discussion of The Mask. Smokin'!

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DOPER THAN DOPE 2

This December, we're gonna party like it's 1995! Inspired by ground-breaking 90s TV comedies like “In Living Color”, “MADTV” and “House of Buggin’,” the DOPER THAN DOPE crew is back with all new sketches, new choreography, and new faces in the ensemble and FLY GIRL dance team. DOPER THAN DOPE 2 performs for only two shows: Thursday December 8th at 8pm and Friday December 16th at 10pm. Resident DJ Mahealani spins all your FAVORITE mid-90s jams pre-show (yes, you'll want to arrive early). The first run of “DOPER THAN DOPE,” received 3 B. Iden Payne Awards and sold out all 9 performances at The Institution Theater.

Doper than Dope 2 opens in less than one week! Did you get your tickets yet?

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BubbyPub Heavy Rotation - 11/27 - 12/3, a playlist by Nick Schurk on Spotify

A playlist featuring Childish Gambino, Drake, The Blow, and others

A sampling of what your friends at Bubbypub have been listening to this week

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Those goofs from the Wax Pathetic Podcast are at it again!

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This episode features some very not good music from Bad Company and Black Sabbath. Also, Audrey and Nick debut a track from the next big thing in ska music.

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I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thanksgiving with family and friends! Finished up some @toughboymusic fan art between rolls and pies.

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Cameron has a new band! Be sure to check out Tough Boy for some amazingly fresh music over this Thanksgiving weekend.

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Andie Flores is an Austin based writer and performer. She sat down with Human Influence to discuss identity, her ongoing condition of actively being a "ham," Catholic school, her upbringing and more.

Check out our very own Andie Flores as she gets interviewed by The Human Influence over her unique style and amazing talent!

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The Goat Who Respected One Man

There once was a goat on a roof. Police thought it was just a goof. They yelled from the ground, But he wouldn’t come down. (I swear this is not a spoof.)

The SWAT team pulled up in a van. The goat threw a garbage can. “Don’t stand too close, you’ll get horned.” A neighbor had warned, “This goat only respects one man.”

Have a happy Thanksgiving from all of us at BUBBYPUB and don’t get stuck on any roofs. Poem by Desiree, Illegal Photoshopping by Kevin.

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The Boy Who Loved French Fries

By: Audrey Hamoy

There once was a boy who loved french fries. At every meal he would ask his mother, “Mommy dearest, may I please have some friiies?” And she would say to him, “Now, Tommy. You eat french fries at every meal! If you don’t stop, well, I suppose you shall turn into a french fry yourself!” Tommy looked aghast. Turn into a French fry? he thought to himself. Well, I suppose that’s what I’d like! I’d never have to go hungry, for, like humans, I shall regenerate! With that in mind, he took to eating as many french fries as he could. Instead of eating french fries just once a day, he’d eat them four to seventeen times a day. He’d use his allowance to walk down to the local diner, sit at the bar, and order french fries for hours, sometimes staying there for days at a time.

One day when Tommy had been in the diner for more hours than can be counted on twelve human hands, the bartender wondered, What is this kid was doing here, always eating french fries and never going outside or playing with any kids his age.

“Hit me, Jack.”

“I think you’ve had enough, boy.” said Frank.

“Enough? You think I’ve had enough?! I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough and I definitely haven’t!” The boy bellowed so hard that it knocked Frank over, with Tommy’s french fries toppling over top of him in the way that only floppy, soggy sticks of oily potato can. The boy, although not fully satiated, returned home, defeated.

“Mother?” he said when he got in the door. “You said if I ate enough french fries, that I would turn into a french fry myself, but look!” he said, holding up his arm, “nothing! I’ve been eating only french fries for three weeks straight and I’ve yet to see the slightest change! I’m actually starting to tire of eating them! Can you believe that?!”

“Well, Tommy,” she replied, “you aren’t really going to turn into a french fry, no matter how many you eat. I just told you that so you’d stop eating so many french fries! It’s not healthy for a boy your age!”

“What?! You LIED to me? How dare you!” roared Tommy as he ran out the door. He didn’t know where he was going. The one place he would’ve gone, the diner, no longer gave him solace. His whole life seemed a lie. The one thing of comfort he had, he’d gotten tired of. He sat on the street corner and started to whimper.

Just then, he heard the familiar sound of the ice cream man going by. The ice cream man, seeing Tommy, sprinted toward him at once. (You see, it’s an ice cream man’s job to keep the children of the town in high spirits). The ice cream carriage came to a screeching halt where Tommy sat. The ice cream man immediately jumped out and handed Tommy the triple deluxe bombastic fantastic wing ding sneaky snake ice cream treat.

“But Sir, I’ve spent all my money on french fries!” the boy wailed.

“No, no. I could never accept money from a forlorn child,” the ice cream man replied, “this one’s on me.” Tommy stifled his sloppy cries long enough to taste this triple deluxe bombastic fantastic wing ding sneaky snake ice cream treat.

“Boy! I’ve never tasted anything so fantastic in all my days!” cried Tommy as his tears instantly evaporated. “Why, I dare say it’s even better than french fries!” But when Tommy looked up, the ice cream man had vanished and was replaced by a catbus, which he immediately boarded. The cat bus purred as it winged Tommy back to his house. Ice cream in hand, Tommy entered the door to find his mom standing there with a french fry platter. “Get that away from me!” he said, smacking the tray to the floor. “Ice cream treats are all I eat!” and he ran up to his room.

The next day, he asked his mom for an ice cream breakfast. She complied, but said to him, “If you don’t stop eating all this ice cream, you’ll turn into an ice cream treat yourself!” Wow, thought Tommy. How neat would it be to be an ice cream treat? I would never be hot during the summer months again! So Tommy, taking his allowance, went back to the diner and ordered as many ice cream treats as he could.

When he had done this same routine for 18 solid days, Tommy started to feel a little different. He noticed he would always be sweating, and that the temperature seemed to be hotter than normal.

The next day, his 19th day of eating only ice cream, Tommy was at the diner like usual. His pockets empty and his belly full, Tommy ordered an elephantastic plumponia ice cream bar to round out the night.

“You don’t look so good, Tom,” said Frank.

Tommy replied, “Haighcintutauuk.”I can’t talk! Thought Tommy, and he immediately went to the bathroom to check his reflection. Getting off the stool, his legs felt funny. It felt more like he was rollerskating than walking, and even then, it didn’t really feel like rollerskating. Making it to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. “Mhymeneiyscreum!” I’m an ice cream! thought Tommy. He moved his heavy, wet body out the bathroom door, through the diner, out to the street, and, finally, back to his house.

When he got to his house, his mom let out a scream when she saw him. “Tommy! What happened to you?”

“Mhymeneiyscreum!” Tommy replied. Realizing this was no use, he carved “I’m an ice cream!” into his soft serve body. His mother fainted, but was revived by one of Tommy’s ice-cold, sticky hands.

The next day the temperature hit a record-breaking 255 degrees outside. Tommy, wanting to go outside and thank the ice cream man for making his dream come true, stepped out the door and melted immediately. No one ever saw Tommy again, except Bucky the dog, who ate him up on that hot summer day.

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BREAKING! New Bubbypub project from Nick and Audrey. A music podcast exploring personal stories behind the greatest )and not-so-greatest) albums of all time!

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Episode three of Holy Swift, the hilarious new Taylor Swift podcast from Desiree and Krista, is now live! Take a listen!

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Check out all eight entries created by BubbyPub’s sketch group, The Beanie Bubbies, for ColdTowne Theater’s “10 Second History” video contest.

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My Five Weeks as a Hollywood Assistant

Earlier this year, I worked for a terrible man at a terrible company in terrible Hollywood.  He was an Executive Producer and he was a piece of shit.  I took the job because he was very charming in the interview and made me think that he was taking a real interest in my career and development and I naively thought he would be a mentor to me.

I lasted five weeks.

Keep reading

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Here’s an essay one of our bubbypub authors, @ifyouseedesiree, wrote a while back about how great it is to work in Hollywood. Jk, it is not great to work in Hollywood.

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Check out our grrrl @Krista_Doyle in episode 1 of the Bacheloresbian!

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Audrey, Desiree, and Nick walk us through the delicate intricacies of office security in this video short produced for Coldtowne Theater.

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We are proud to announce that Kayla’s first chapbook, Open Season, is up for sale and full of amazing poetry. You can get it on Lulu for only five buckeroonies!