It’s against every rule of blog, but sometimes you just have to direct people to another person’s post about failed Broadway shows. Especially if it has gems like this:

the actual poster from the play

From now on, there will always be two groups of theatergoers in this world: those who have seen “Moose Murders,” and those who have not. Those of us who have witnessed the play that opened at the Eugene O’Neill Theater last night will undoubtedly hold periodic reunions, in the noble tradition of survivors of the Titanic. Tears and booze will flow in equal measure, and there will be a prize awarded to the bearer of the most outstanding antlers. As for those theatergoers who miss “Moose Murders” – well, they just don’t rate. A visit to “Moose Murders” is what will separate the connoisseurs of Broadway disaster from mere dilettantes for many moons to come.

What can I say? I’m a schmuck for great writing!