Scott Capurro

Comic. Actor. Author.

Oprah is Satan. Or stupid. Or both

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so have you seen this oprah episode about jim what’s his name, that ex governor of new jersey that resigned cuz of his gay love tryst? i’m in london watching this, waiting for some fed ex thing to arrrive, and he just described the hot guy he cheated on Dina, his dull wife, with. and […]

Bruce, from the Evening Standard, liked the show. I guess. You decide.

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Strictly for strong stomachs By Bruce Dessau, Evening Standard 02.02.07 Taboo-busting: Scott Capurro does not care who he offends Not for the narrow minded Critic’s choice: Top five comedy shows You wait ages for a comedian to discuss having sex with Jesus, then two come along in the same week. After Richard Herring’s playful mock-blasphemy […]

Bruce liked the show. I guess. You decide.

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Strictly for strong stomachs By Bruce Dessau, Evening Standard 02.02.07 Taboo-busting: Scott Capurro does not care who he offends Not for the narrow minded Critic’s choice: Top five comedy shows You wait ages for a comedian to discuss having sex with Jesus, then two come along in the same week. After Richard Herring’s playful mock-blasphemy […]

Here’s an article i wrote that was accepted by a London gay magazine, then returned because of current tensions in the UK. Fucking Jade Goody…

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Riding a Persian’s Carpet Scott Capurro March, 2007 Persians are tough to get into bed, but by the time you do snag one, they’re so desperate to have sex they’ll do just about anything. Like most religious fanatics, Muslims spend a lot of time imagining what fucking might feel like, so anything I can do […]

Come to Santa Rosa. Seriously. No, really. Come along. PLEASE!!

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So I’m at the Last Day Saloon in Santa Rosa this saturday, january 20th. It’s in Santa Rosa, I’ve never played it and I’m a bit freaked out. Anything might happen, and usually does, so if you wanna see a fucking brawl with me defending the rights of, well, me, then come along. Just google […]

Bury that Christ bitch.

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it’s over. it’s finally over. my head ache is gone and my neck feels better cuz that fucking cocking christmas bitching ‘holiday’ is done. i’m bloated from the pot brownie, and i think i might have fallen in love with a poppers addict, but other than that, i’ve escaped unscathed. fuck the babe jesus. we […]

Hell Hath No Furry Like IKEA

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My new sofa arrived, a week late, but didn’t make it up the stairs. The two movers, one young and common and slightly defensive, the other foreign and dark and hot in a malnourished way, couldn’t push it past the first landing. It just wouldn’t move, unless a wall was taken out. I suppose we […]

I’ve Bought My Own Mustard

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I feel kind of guilty, buying so much, just for myself, but my new flat is empty and hallow, like my soul will be if I don’t stop doing shit gigs. I showed my most recent gig list to my manager, who sort of sighed and looked sympathetically at me. “Booking those yourself?” She said, […]

Does anyone court anymore?

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On Sunday a boy I’ve been seeing briefly had a birthday. People in their 20’s still celebrate birthdays. I know, weird. Anyway, I’d emailed him supportively on the Friday, then texted him on the big day. I didn’t call because I slept in, having worked the night before, and I had to scramble to the […]

In San Francisco, wondering why i EVER leave.

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It’s so sunny and pretty here, and apparently it’s gonna be nice till, i dunno, Thanks-fucking-giving. On Sunday, I did 2 hours of yogay, took a long walk, read books in stores and drank enough free trade coffee to caffinate a lesbian softball team. Then I had a vegan lunch, got so stoned on AIDS […]