The O'Debra Twins "Show & Tell" $3 open mic and surprises till the whee! hours

The O’Debra Twins are hugely famous. That is why they have headlined at the following cabaret shows, comedy clubs, and other such star studded events: Eating It, Rubulad, No Hitting, Ass Magazine’s Launch Party, The Floating Vaudeville Show, Deep Dish Cabaret, Caroline’s, Piano’s, The Estrogenius Festival, Grindhouse A Go-Go, Gotham Comedy Club, Comic Strip Live, CBGB Gallery, Stand Up NY, Arlene’s Film Festival, NY Comedy Club, and Pete’s Candy Store. You can catch them in Reverend Jen and Nick Zedd’s “Electra Elf and Fluffer” series. You probably also remember The O’Debra Twins from their own smash hits, “SHUTUP!!!”, “The Entire World Thinks We’re Famous”, “Nightmare on Pussy Street”, “The O’Debra Twins Are Hungry; A Thanksgiving Special”, and “The O’Debra Twins Are Ho Ho Hoes”. They also host a wet and wild open mic at The Bowery Poetry Club called “SHOW AND TELL”.



Diane Destiny O’Debra and Tanya Tammy Tina Tiny Dancer Hyphen O’Debra are asthmatic Irish Twins who were born out of cabbages in a McDonald’s bathroom in Dublin. Part Cocker Spaniel, they both hold Associate Degrees from the Rosie Perez School of Braiding. The O’Debra Twins have no blood or guts. They are instead filled with confetti.

Here is one of my favorite poems:




APE
Russell Edson














  You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, 
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

  I've had enough monkey, cried father.

  You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the 
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

  I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough, 
said father.

  I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said 
mother.

  Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay 
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured 
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These 
aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.

  Try a piece of its gum, I've stuffed its mouth with bread, 
said mother.

  Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into 
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.

  Break one of the ears off, they're so crispy, said mother.

  I wish to hell you'd put underpants on these apes; even a 
jockstrap, screamed father.

  Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything 
more thn simple meat, screamed mother. 

  Well what's with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates? 
screamed father.

  Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature? 
That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after 
we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after 
breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband, 
that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity . . . ?

  I'm just saying that I'm damn sick of ape every night, 
cried father.