Join us for an evening of stand-up comedy mixed with soul-crushing insults!
I'll be one of the performers on the show who will stand before a panel of "Snarkers" who will then roast everything from my jokes to the unusual length of my second toe. It's always a good time, and each Snark Show exists in an ephemeral bubble. Go so you can say, "Oh yeah, I was totally at the Snark Show where Ronnie D completely broke down on stage because of what one of the Snarkers said. It was crazy!! She ran into the audience, ate a chicken wing -- I know, fucking nuts cause she's a vegetarian -- tied the bone in her hair, then hid under that coffee table up on stage. We all had to pretend we didn't see her to keep her calm, which, of course, was really difficult when she starting smelling her armpits and singing a song about BO and BMs.... Man, you shoulda been there!"
P.S. The photo above is an old-school shot of me at the Snarkers' table circa 2010. (That's the one-and-only Will Novak in the background!)
Just so you know, we use index cards now. It's totally legit.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.