It's hard to believe it's been 10 years since actor and DJ Ricky Paul brought his 45s to Bob and Barbara's, getting fellow thespians—as well as the tap room's retinue of drag queen elders—to lip sync camp classics while donning Paul's dumpster-diver costumes.

Then, somehow, turning all that into a legit monthly improv theater troupe that's maintained a trash can aesthetic in terms of looks and looksees at disposable culture.

But it's not hard to believe at all. It's like your favorite aunt, who is always cool, always weird, always crusty, sometimes disgusting, yet sweetly lovable.

So whether you've stopped in the B&B to see K-Tell/Paul's annual Prom Trash events, run into local Rollergirl Trishy Gdowik en route to rehearsal, or stumbled into nights like Pari$$$ Is Burning or Stinkin' '80s, they were consistently inconsistent, vice versa and in-between.

Celebrate 10 years? I say revel in it. Because, whenever you go, you'll find reckless abandon and shipwreck theatrics all wrapped around the goofball dream of pouty boy Paul, who just wanted to make his friends laugh while spinning ABBA 45s.