11:48 am - Fri, Aug 29, 2014
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gabydunn:

This has been getting some lovely press.

9:03 pm - Thu, Aug 28, 2014
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My friend @bradchampagne has a few impressions uploaded on his YouTube page, including a Dr. Girlfriend (from Venture Brothers) impression. He recently got this message from this awful person.
My favorite things about this are:
1) he feels he needs to cite “the news” in order for us to understand what rape is.
2) This is all one sentence.
People are hilariously awful. I hope he never makes this.

My friend @bradchampagne has a few impressions uploaded on his YouTube page, including a Dr. Girlfriend (from Venture Brothers) impression. He recently got this message from this awful person.

My favorite things about this are:

1) he feels he needs to cite “the news” in order for us to understand what rape is.

2) This is all one sentence.

People are hilariously awful. I hope he never makes this.

11:44 am
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liquidfeet:

Liquid Feet performs a water ballet to the theme from Love Boat.

This is the video that opened our last show. It gave me the worse sunburn I’ve ever had.

I hope you enjoy it.

9:56 am - Wed, Aug 27, 2014
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sizvideos:

Watch it in video

Follow our Tumblr - Like us on Facebook

I’ve been Gif’ed. I’ve finally made it.

12:03 pm - Thu, Aug 14, 2014
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11:59 am
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#TBT to the 1st Liquid Feet Show

My mom will be there for Liquid Feet Show #2 tomorrow. Please be there so she can be proud of her short-short wearing son.

8PM - The Sweat Spot Dance Studio

3327 Sunset Blvd. Los Angeles, CA

BUY TICKETS HERE (or at door)

1:47 pm - Wed, Aug 13, 2014
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liquidfeet:

This is what you’re doing Friday Night.
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE (OR at the door, whatever)

liquidfeet:

This is what you’re doing Friday Night.

BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE (OR at the door, whatever)

1:46 pm
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11:46 pm - Mon, Aug 11, 2014
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danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.
This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.
The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”
He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.
I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”
That is what you call a human being.

danagould:

Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

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11:47 am - Tue, Jul 15, 2014
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