

If you count high-school performances, I saw a cousin-in-law’s performance of West Side story.
If you don’t count that, it was a theater rendition of Evil Dead.
The people in the front 3 rows were provided ponchos and advised to wear washable clothes. I was in the back row and still got a bit of gore on me.







Ah, you’re young enough that language was developed “back in your day.”
I had to shit in my hand and throw it at someone if I wanted to show displasure at someone. Fancy words and carving hadn’t been invented yet. You want to go insult thaag, hope you had plenty of fiber the night before…