Improve Tryouts By:Kevin Cowie

Hi my names Kevin Cowie and I officially suck at all types of improv. For the last 3 weeks I tried out for 3 improv teams and failed miserably at all of them. Even I I did fail, improv I noticed shows what type of personality you have. Unfortunately when it showed what kind of imagination I had, I knew there were some problems going on upstairs. The improv judges told us to use our imagination and go with whatever comes into our head first. I was asked favorite drink, I said alcohol. They asked me to think of the worst television program for kids would be, I said little boys on ice starring Michael Jackson. Worst thing your parents could find in your room, I said a bunch of dead babies. It didn't dawn on me then but I noticed after words that I was an alcoholic with a sick and perverted sense of humor. My imagination has definitely went down the drain since pretending to have an imaginary friend that was a Tyrannosaurus Rex that could speak Spanish. Ya I was a lonely little kid... I really don't want to think about where my imagination would take me now if I had an imaginary friend. “Hey guys this is Havana a European model for playboy, ya me and her are the best of friends.” I also noticed other things that change when you grow up. One extra disappointing factor has to be how peoples tastes in ice cream changed and mine stayed the same. Ill still order the mix of 10 different ice cream flavors with every topping you can think of on top. MMM just thinking about it makes me as excited as an addicted coke addict who stumbled across some powdered sugar. Yet, everyone now seems to get that single flavor of plain ice cream. I cant see how people live like that! Ice cream is the equivalence of an orgasm in your mouth. Now who the hell wants to go against adding more sexual layers of gooey pleasure on top of what your eating. Thank you I'm Kevin Cowie.