The perfect storm: Hilarious material, a genuinely gifted comedic actor with masterful comedic pacing, a rocking audience fully into the event—-many texted her realtime sex-advice questions, and her improv replies repeatedly brought down the house—-all tossed into the back room of a working Hollywood bar. I cannot recall a Fringe audience more demonstratively “into” a show. The “penisist” (pianist) was the ideal foil with spot-on chops. Sorry I didn’t catch this until the last scheduled performance, but this seems a natural for the Fringe Extension. So, hopefully, I’ll go again, bring friends, and this time bring in a drink from the front bar.