For F***'s Sake, It's Friday!

All week you've been staring out the window, mindlessly tapping the keyboard in front of you, sucking down lattes like they're your one ticket out of the prison block that is your office... then... finally... It's time. You race to the door, keys in your hand, two steps till freedom, when suddenly there's Sammy from accounting walking toward you. He's got that look on his face. The one that got Cheryl pulled into an hour long impromptu meeting on expenditures. He opens his mouth to unleash his horrific tirade, when suddenly you scream with all the primal rage of a neanderthal hunter, "FOR F***'S SAKE, IT'S FRIDAY!"

All they found of Sammy were his loafers in the middle of a large crater where your office used to be.

"For F***'s Sake, It's Friday" is a night of improv comedy that's a little bit off the beaten path. Some might call these shows experimental. To us, it's a night of jumping without a parachute and worrying about the consequences never. It's the perfect way to say "so long" to your boring week, and "hello" to your awesome weekend!