Cleetus Ferbderbler, Returns!

Cleetus Ferbderbler, Former Boy Improvisor, Speaks!


Dear everyone,
I recently went down to a certain well- known comedy school, best known for expelling several famous comedians.

"Well, Cleetus," said Ms. Klisterschmuck, formerly director of touring and now interim Director of Irony and Prop Humor.
"You look a little different."

"Yes, Ms. Klisterschmuck, 14 months captivity with ISIS will do that."

"Well, take your turban off and have a seat."


"This is no social visit, Klisterschmuck. My so-called improv comedy tour in war-torn Syria was not a success."

"Well, that's show biz."

"For fourteen months, except for Ramadan, I have been fielding  some very challenging improv suggestions: basically, crucifixion and beheading."

"Opportunity to hone your skills!"

"Then, there's the matter of my per diem."

"Of course, as you have known since the North Korean debacle, the per diem is calculated in the local currency."

"ISIS uses blocks of salt."

"Exactly: please arrange to go by Morton's and pick up yours. They need the space."

I gathered my turban and scimitar: "Good day, Klisterschmuck. I shall have to think very carefully before accepting any further improv comedy tours."

"Ferbderbler, you have paid your dues: how about teaching for us?"

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