Doug is the type of man who could put his personality in a bottle for the night, and accidentally use his aftershave in its place the next day. When he was five years old he entered a yellow cab in New York City and asked to be taken to his destiny, and now he’s wishing that he was a better tipper. Living deep in the heart of darkest Iowa, Doug’s friends got tired of him complaining there was no improv in Cedar Falls, and told him to create some.  And by cracky, he did.

An interview with Doug

Best food to order at a fast food place: Depends on the place. Jambalaya at Popeye’s, Whopper with ketchup, onion, and lettuce at Burger King. McDonalds – anything + fries.

Movie you wish you were in: “Hair”

Life goal: At my age you switch to “Life Regret”

Favorite thing to do in your free time: As of 2017 – Bake Bread.  No electric mixer.  Oh – and Scrabble with Ray.

Favorite comedian: Bronwyn May

Best thing about improv: Not only doesn’t the audience know what is going to happen – the actors don’t either.  Unlike scripted theater, the actors and the audience are on the same side of the unknown.

FUN FACT: I spent a year or so listening to all the episodes of the Jack Benny Radio Show in my car, and it affected my sense of humor permanently.


Aaaannnd in this corner, wearing cheap perfume and weighing the same as a wet squirrel, Larissa Pray – a.k.a. “LL Cool Pray”, a.k.a. “Reading Rainbow”, a.k.a. “Larissa Explains it All”. Larissa can be found on the streets of Des Moines, guitar in hand, watching airplanes take off and land. When she’s not making music, or crying in her car, Larissa is busy making America gay again.

An interveiw with Larissa

Best food to order at a fast food place: French fries

Movie you wish you were in: “Carol” (2015)

Life goal: Create a vintage “sister group” where we perform hits of the 1950’s in casinos and nursing homes around the country.

Favorite comedian: Sarah Silverman

Best thing about improv: I can be as weird as I want to be without having to apologize for it.

FUN FACT: I had a sandwich with Barack Obama, told him he should run for president, and then after he won he followed me on Twitter.



“Sarah,” asked Tonya one day in a quiet voice, “Why does the moon feel so cold when I hold it in my hands?” Sarah didn’t know how to answer such a question. Cold? In her hands? What was Aunt Tonya even asking? Why was she the way she was. And for that matter, why was Sarah the way she was? These were the questions, the big questions, not “Why does the moon feel so cold when I hold it in my hands.” But yet, but yet, but yet…