Bar Havoc bares it all with Naked Girls Reading, which is exactly what it sounds like … girls … reading things. Naked. Continue reading
Naked Girls Reading
On a scale of one to naked, how nude was tonight’s reading?
Adam: Very, very naked.
Lauren: I would say nine out of ten naked. Continue reading
- The Dig’s day, in snippet form:
- “You trying going to anaphylactic, jackass!”
- The Grammys are discussed in great detail, this being a music magazine and all. Thoughts: Bob Dylan is old, Cee Lo killed it, and who the fuck are The Suburbs?
- “Maybe that egg that Lady Gaga came out of was supposed to be the one laid by Bjork.”
- “Those are … those are certainly naked girls reading. That is what it is.”
- Jeff gives us all candy for Valentine’s Day. Feelings are hurt when both David and Jpat receive the same Mr. Potato head card.
Bar Havoc descends on Naked Girls Reading to report on just what the sign says. “It is exactly what it sounds like, and exactly what I needed this Valentine’s Day.” Continue reading
Love. Yikes. That ole thing can be a trifle nasty, huh? Or really nasty. Or the absolute nastiest thing that conceivably ever happened to you, reaching deep into the core of your being and diminishing your very capacity for joy. Well, at least there’s some small comfort in knowing the even folks who were vastly smarter than you still managed to cock this thing up. And nudity. There’s a lot of comfort in nudity. With Naked Girls Reading: Love Stinks at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, you get a bit of both salves, with the aforementioned ladies of literotica rattling passages from Andrew Shaffer’s Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love.
[Sat. 2.12.11. 290 Harvard St., Brookline. 617.734.2500. Midnight/all ages/$15. coolidge.org]