SF Sketchfest happenings in our fair city, this week’s Guest Editor is none other than Joe Lo Truglio, co-founder of the sketch group The State, in addition to being a writer and actor. He’ll be in town for SF Sketchfest this weekend, for a midnight screening of the classic Wet Hot American Summer with the cast, and a tribute to The State, with not four, eight, or fifteen (okay there weren’t fifteen) but all eleven members of The State! Deets at SF Sketchfest!

I’m going to take this moment to shut up, and just let Joe guide us through the hilarity he has wrought as Guest Editor. And before I forget, new Staff Picks!

Natasha Leggero – Beautiful LA girls
I met Natasha once and immediately loved her old-school glamour-look, so anything that came out of her mouth was bound to grab me. She didn’t disappoint: “Hey you greasy wop, stop looking at my tits.” Sure, I played hard to fret, but who am I kidding? She had me at ‘Hey you greasy wop.’

Dov Davidoff – Let’s just be friends
I’ve known Dov for a few years but only last week did I stop calling him Dave, which is what his name should be. He’s the kind of guy that in high school would’ve called me a faggot as I passed the Smokers Area, but hey, what can I expect wearing Ocean Pacific sleeveless muscle shirts with white clamdiggers. Very natural, cool storyteller, cool dude.

Butch Bradley – Watching scary movies
I’m a sucker for bits about horror movies. Plus his name could either be a comedian, a CFL quarterback, or a brand of durable, outdoor paint. All fantastic choices.

Rich Hall – Nine trillion dollars in debt
This guy I loved because he was on the first news parody show, Not Necessarily the News, which I watched constantly as a kid. He had this segment called “Sniglets”. Now a “sniglet” is any word that doesn’t appear in the dictionary, but should. For example, MEMNANTS (mem’ nents) n. the chipped or broken M&M’s at the bottom of the bag. I could not get enough of this stuff.

Tig Notaro – Speaking out loud
Tig couldn’t be more relaxed on stage, which always helps when watching stand-up comedy. Granted, the ludes are a big part of it, as is the puff of ‘Trainwreck’ sativa just before her set. But hey, I’ve got about 10 CCs of horse tranquilizer racing through my nads right now, so who am I to judge? Who am I, Judge Judy? I am NOT fucking Judge Judy. So don’t even. Tired of this enabling bul..,.m./fhgn.mnfd.dfkm;.m.mffff

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