SecondEdition wrote:Neil Hamburger IS actually Gregg Turkington...
...isn't he?
Yes.
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SecondEdition wrote:Neil Hamburger IS actually Gregg Turkington...
...isn't he?
mega therion wrote:BUMP for this:
Go to tomgreen.com (yeah, yeah), then click "On Demand", then click "Poolside Chats With Neil Hamburger" for a disastrous hour-long call-in show with America's funnyman and special guest King Buzzo. It is the best thing I've seen on the internet this year.
a button that's on my messenger bag wrote:I LAUGHED AT NEIL HAMBUERGER
in the background on the same button surrounding the primary text wrote:HEE HEE HAR HAR TEE HEE HAW HAW
Chapter Two wrote:
I'm clicking the 'high bandwidth' link and it's doing nothing, man.
Like Borat, the anticomedian Neil Hamburger, the evening's opening act, has a timely knack for baiting a crowd and confounding expectations. A hunched lounge lizard with a combover and a dour expression, he told outdated (and offensive) jokes about the Jackson Five and Jar Jar Binks with a painfully inept delivery. But he was too nasty and vain to be pitied. Soon the crowd erupted with roaring, nonstop boos. ''Oh, come on -- I have cancer,'' he protested.
The alter ego of the avant-garde musician Gregg Turkington, Neil Hamburger has striven to be America's least-funny funnyman since the early 90s. (On ''Great Phone Calls,'' a 1992 compilation of prank calls, he tries to persuade comedy club employees to dump their headliners and book him instead.) He ingeniously underscores the latent superiority complex of the paying customer. He denies people the right to laugh, earning their ire and disgust instead.
Recently Mr. Turkington has received some mainstream attention, appearing on ''Jimmy Kimmel Live'' and, very briefly, in ''The Pick of Destiny.'' But it is safe to assume some hecklers weren't in on the joke Friday night. When an elderly usher sat a couple, he warned, ''The show already started, but you're not missing anything with this guy -- yeesh.''
Mr. Turkington, nearly drowned out by jeers, threatened to tell 10 more jokes. But when the entire arena seemed to chant an unprintable insult, he finally called it quits. ''Good night,'' he said. ''I hate you all.'' It was probably the greatest night of his career.
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