Ha!

Fully Insured says, “this ain’t your grandma’s sketch comedy show, baby! It’s your mother’s.”

You ain’t met my mother!

I think I even blushed when I saw two engorged cocks within minutes. Oh, not really and it’s not what you think. They wore these strap on—Oh gee whiz, how to describe for a family-friendly public? It’s not like I want to reveal what they reveal—I mean plot-wise. Let’s just say it takes balls to perform in this “cockfight.”

The I-don’t-know-what-generation Star Trek Spock fight was worth the price of admission alone. Lines like, “Are you trying to mind-mouth me?” and “Keep your Vulcan hands to yourself!” had me in stitches.

And the “Sopooko” sequence is just one more reason why I just say no to drugs.

It’s no surprise Fully Insured won Best Comedy at a previous Fringe. I wouldn’t call this show a thinking man’s heaven — Trailer Park Boys West, or Holy testosterone! are more like it — but, I had a blast and so would you.

P.S. To Fully Insured: I tried not to write with innuendo. I tried not to hide my true interest. For God’s sake, I mean what I say!