Just to prove that you truly never know what is going to happen in improv, I offer this:

Tonight, Monkey’s Uncle did a private show for a group of wonderful elementary school teachers. During a game of Party Quirks I found myself, or rather my character found himself, sautéing boogers with peanut butter & bananas tempura-style for an Elvis impersonator.

Just go with the flow. If you think in improv, you’re dead. It’s true.

Listening to: One Night In Bangkok - Murray Head