Battle of the Sexes


Boise’s best comedic talent goes head to head in a Battle of the Sexes Comedy Show. This is not a roast, so to speak. It’s a test of who is funnier. You can buy a ticket to one show and vote that way or buy a ticket to both and laugh louder at the Women because we’re funnier.

7PM is All About The Bros Fo Sho with He-Larious featuring:

Big Gay Paycen
Myles Mathews
Austin Von Jonson
Reilly Hoy
L.j. Sullivan

9PM is Fatal with Femme Fatale – These Ladies Kill featuring:

Krystal Moore
Sara Rafaella
Breana Kali
Tanya Cope
Bree Jones

It’s the perfect date night for couples looking to spice things up. The couple that laughs together stays together! Test your relationship status with a comedy show.
It’s also the perfect ‘She-Woman Man-Hating’ night because we will be pegging the patriarchy one punchline at a time & paying the men 75 cents on the dollar.
It’s a bold night for the fellas, but you’re brave & strong. You can take it, big boy! Yes, we’re collectively pissed at your kind, but we are currently taking peace offerings. Like supporting local women in your community; comics, politicians, and business owners. This is how you can start to fix what y’all done broke; how you can support the women in your life. Also, don’t vote for a Fascist in November pretty please with a cherry on top.

Vote for my friend Kaylee Petersen for US Congress! She’s a she, and that’s nice for Idaho. She’s socially liberal and fiscally conservative… unlike the conservatives. Check out the rest of your ballot and do your part to ensure Idaho doesn’t turn into Gilead… more.

Calling ALL Black Sheep!


Is there no place in God’s fold for you? Join your fellow Apostates for a sacrilegious sacrament that will make your heathen heart howl with delight! The Jack Mormon Comedy Hour is my attempt at making lemonade, scratch that, a whiskey sour outta the lemon that is growing up Mormon.

Fall General Conference in BOISE is honored to be hosted by The Balcony Club & will feature some incredible sinners!

Revealed to you by:

Krystal Moore – Self-Proclaimed-Prophet

Choose To Rebel


Merry Cole – Relief Society President

Danni Petersen – Ward Choir Director

Myles Mathews – That Kid in Primary with a Bag of Goldfish on Fast & Testimony Sunday

Lyxx Atomic – The Ghost of a Witch Baptized by a Mormon Kid

Mock Testimony Meeting immediately after the show! Come & bear your true testimony!

The Day


On the day in question I had risen early. I worked out, showered, and ate rolled oats with a banana. I went into the office early and appreciated the quiet afforded by being so close to a holiday. People are always advantageous and the holidays allow folks to justify not giving their day jobs, whatever they may be, all of their attention. Personally, I think that’s fine. I take advantage of that and focus on things that have been hiding in folders on my desktop, with titles that I don’t understand why I gave. At lunch I participated in the sparsely attended jiu jitsu class taking place next door with my boss. He was a do-gooder type who, I assume, felt he was opening doors for me, encouraging me to have good credit n shit. That was cool, I took a lot of the encouragement but never drank the kool-aid. People take themselves too seriously sometimes. 

After the roll about with the boss he sent me home early. I was never one to argue with an early day. I’ll happily get stoned a couple hours earlier than I had originally intended any time. Now at this time I’m living in the ghetto on State St. This prison block looking apartment complex. Bleek as fuck. My schizophrenic friend lives across the common space – the whole of which is no bigger than a dentist’s waiting room. She has a boyfriend who was recently released from prison, drugs charges. He later accidentally murders his best friend, both of them hopped up on meth, and finds himself presently back in prison, but this is all before that wild party. In this story he is fresh out of prison and my friend is helping him experience some of the things he missed – that whole story. She suggests we walk to DK Doughnuts, just 3 blocks away.

On the one hand doughnuts are always yummy… but on the other hand that amount of fried gluten dipped in sugar will most definitely give me some epic diarrhea… and probably a pretty intense sugar-coma. Fuck it! I’m a girl who likes to live on the edge. As I sat eating my maple bacon doughnut – yeah, I doubled down, I don’t half-ass shit – I watched an old man out the window. He was crossing the street slowly and with much effort. The weight of him pulling toward the ground more and more with every step, as though his soul was trying to return to the earth, but his feet pressed on without him. How was he still moving forward? I wondered. And then he collapsed into an old heap of rags on the sidewalk. Though there were a half dozen near enough to have witnessed it nobody raced to the old man’s aid. In fairness he looked like he smelled something awful. 

Eureka! I thought. That’s why I’m here! To help this old man! As this ran through my head I leapt from my seat, leaving my doughnut, friends, and beaded leather wallet (hand-crafted by a Paiute artist – this was stolen that day and the story of discovering who done it deserves it’s own chapter). As I ran across the street a very handsome man on a bike stopped and helped the old man up. Holding him upright the beautiful angel pivoted around seeming to look for just what to do with the old man now. He noticed me still running in their direction and said in a marvelously jarring british accent “Oy! Do you know this old man?”

To which I replied – obviously – “Shut the fuck up.” Followed closely by, “I mean no, I do not. I am just a very good person who saw him fall and came to help. I have a car 3 blocks down, wait here and I’ll go get it. We’ll get him where he needs to be toot sweet!” And then I ran off before he could respond, hoping that his good nature would keep him there until I returned… and that he would see fit to help me help the old man around. 

As I jumped into my 2008 Toyota Yaris, 2 door, economy vehicle I saw there in the rear view mirror a bookshelf I had left in the back seat mocking my procrastination to bring it into the house. God damn it! Why had I done this to myself!? There was no room for the beautiful, foriegn, stranger, saint. There was no time to take it out. The old man needed help. I pulled up to see that gorgeous dark-haired man had sat the old fart down in a comfortable spot and was still sitting there next to him. Working together we loaded him into the front seat of my very small car as he began to tell us his story. His name was Miles “like the aqueducts in Rome, Miles and miles… “ He was going to the free Thanksgiving dinner at the church on 12th St. but missed the bus.

The handsome stranger laughed as he decided to overlook the bookshelf taking up all the space in the back of my car and crawled in the back hatch, curled up, and said let’s get him to the church. “Let’s make a fuckin’ baby” I thought. Nevertheless, I drove us safely to the church where we discovered that Miles had missed the dinner. “Duh ya mind driveen us ovah tuh ve shop? I’ll get ‘im some lunch.” This man, whom I’m fully convinced at this point is a beautiful figment of my imagination, says cooly like he’s not tryin’ to make this pussy wet. Fuck right off. “I can, if you can eat that lunch off of my body!” I think to myself as I drive us all to the shop. 

I won’t tell you the racist joke the old man told me while the gorgeous stranger was in the shop, but I will tell you that I did not believe this old man was living in the right now. He said he lived on 26th street and was going on about some bastard cop that gave him shit… maybe today, I don’t really know. I do know his name was Miles, like the aqueducts in Rome, he was a vet, and that cop fucked his whole day up. As we helped the old man out of the car and up toward the house he’s directed us to I was earnestly hoping that it was his house today and we weren’t about to disturb some poor stranger with a senial old man going on about aqueducts and bastard cops. I could sense the strong and sexy stranger opposite me was thinking the exact same thing. 

As the old man reached for the knob, twisted it, and then opened the door to a home filled floor to ceiling with stacks of garbage, the distinct smell of cat urine wafting out into the street air; I let out a sigh of relief that he did, in fact, live here presently but was quickly overwhelmed by disgust at the realization this poor old man lives in this condition. We struggled to fit all three of us past the doorway so we followed Miles’ instruction to set him down on a stack of old newspapers. We got him situated with a bottle of water and lunch before we bid him adieu. As we closed the door behind us we looked at each other and said “Well, that was weird.”

That was the day I met my best friend… and sexiest fuck.

Mom Jokes | 2019


Mom Jokes is off to a marvelous start! Our first show sold out, and there’s another show on February 23, 2020.

Liquid Laughs | Nov | 2019

Oh! The Places You’ll Ho!


Growing up Mormon I had more than one self-worth issue directly related to sexuality. It took years to process a lot of the damage religion did to me psychologically, specifically with sex and relationships. I see so many others coming out of their religions, cults, etc and struggling with what is normal sexual human behavior. One day I wrote a satirical children’s book on the matter.*


To inquire about purchasing a handcrafted pocket-sized copy for yourself, or the ho in your life:…



The Marvelous Miss Maggie


This started out as a #DrawThisInYourStyle challenge but turned into a comic for my daughter, Miss Maggie. I had so much fun playing with this one and I ended up learning a lot about my style.


marvelous miss maggie


Original (by: @sese.png on Instagram):




My first attempt at this challenge went well. Mine doesn’t look anything like the original by Danielle Pioli, which was so captivating, but I really wanted her hair to be red and the flowers to be black… and then I got carried away.





Watching Clouds