I was initially excited to learn that a women's group wanted us to perform a few vignettes from my play Heck the Dolls with Chardonnay.
HTD is a chick play. Women love it.
And the three actors who played Sue, Becky, and Rhonda so brilliantly during the initial run were available for the special performance. One was coming all the way from New York City to perform.
Jim, the Director, consulted with me and we chose three scenes, including the infamous Turkey penis vignette.
Did I mention that the women's group was from a church?
So, Jim was a wee bit concerned about offending the women. He wondered if the Turkey penis scene would be too much for an audience drinking coffee instead of wine. In church.
Come on. Who could possibly be offended by the story of a woman cooking her first turkey who finds it's neck in the turkey's cavity, and thinks that it's his penis?
A few days later I turned on my phone after leaving a movie and it started dinging like a damn pinball machine.
Apparently, I had missed a few texts.
I scrolled to the beginning of the messages:
Jim: I'd like to change penis to its Thingy. Ok ladies? There were 8 penis references in the script. Who knew? Anyway I think you guys can have fun trying not to say it.
(Note to self: Should "thingy" be capitalized?)
Tiffany: Oh, we will have fun alright....
Jim: I know you will. I cut the damns, too, and changed the hell to heck.
Jim: Are you still having fun?
Tiffany: Umm... that shit is gonna come out. I've already done that show 2 times. It'll be muscle memory.
Jim: It is what it will be I guess.
Jessica: Liked "Um... that shit is gonna come out. I've already done that show 2 times. It'll be muscle memory."
Jessica: I will do my best not to say penis.
Sandy: Penis. Penis. Penis. There. I won't say it anymore.
Jim: I shared the script and damn and hell in the Church is freaking them out. I told her we'd do our best.
Jim: Thank you Sandy ;o)
Jessica: Liked: "I shared the script and damn and hell in the Church is freaking them out. I told her we'd do our best."
Jim: That was the one word she freaked out about. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy.
Jim: I love you ladies. Thank you.
Jessica: Laughed at: "Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy. Thingy."
Tiffany: The one word was damn? Hell? Or penis?
Jim: Darn darn darn darn heck heck heck heck.
Lou: I just got out of a movie and read these all at once. Let's perform the texts.
Jim: That's funny, Lou. There might be a play in changing a play to not offend anyone. Got a title. 7 words you can't say in church.
Lou: Don't tell me boob is on that list.
Jim: Penis, hell, damn, ass, porn.
Lou: Shit is ok?
Jim: Penis, hell, damn, ass, porn, shit.
Tiffany: And f*ck. Hehe.
Jessica: Wow. One of those is gonna accidentally slip off of me or Tiff.
It was all a moot point.
In the end, the head church lady decided to pull the Turkey penis scene from the performance.
It was probably for the better.
We didn't have to worry about a penis slipping out of someone's mouth in church.