The winner, hands down (his pants, that is) for loopy antics in onstage comedy. And what are his "Roman" fingers doing down there? Why, checking his "pubic hair extensions," of course, just one of many interpretative art performance motion pieces brought to you by this gigolo/Yankee goober. He'll insist the crowd is heckling him when they aren't and persuade them to howl for him in a cabaret act that's the oiliest thing since the Valdez ran aground. When you need more than a joke, you need goofin', then you need a yank from Hank.
