What a town: Spats & Cane go to Hollywood
Last Friday Seth and I dropped a little bomb on Hollywood called Spats & Cane. No, no one was injured, but we showed this town what two narcissistic bumkins in suits are capable of. First we zinged em, then we zanged em. Then we cut them on the face a little bit. Then we zanged em again. Then, as they wailed and moaned with giddy elation, writhing on the ground with joy and frivolity, we let em have it, shooting their wives and children to death… with jokes. It all sounds much more violent than it actually was, and everyone agreed it was just delightful.
And so, Spats & Cane’s LA premiere at The Comedy Store on Sunset Blvd went off without a hitch. The duo’s comedic rampage continued for many more years, across 36 states, and twenty-nine countries before it ended abruptly outside of a small town in West Texas. A rugged vagrant in a ten-gallon hat, death in his eyes and whiskey on his breath, got the idear that these two yah-hoos were outta line. Joe had gone and called the Alamo a “hoax,” and Seth kept using the word self-aggrandizing. Texas had been insulted. And with that, the man in the ten-gallon hat reminded them that Texas had once been its own country, then pistol whipped them both to death. Everyone agreed the whole thing had almost nothing to do with the first paragraph.