Justin Martindale

Seriously. Returns to screeching, jumping around.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Please. Oh, no.

Please. Oh, no.

Please. Oh, no.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

Neon.

Neon.

Neon.