OK ,..wince now, this one's about: "Puppetry of the Penis"

Maybe it's not the show to go on a first date, but then again maybe it is.
On stage in the John Houseman Theatre, way west on 42nd Street, Justin Morley and David Friend, clad only in sneakers and socks, engage in an hour or so of what they call penis puppetry, or alternately genital origami. They express the hope several times that audience members have had a drink or two before popping into the theatre. Indeed, it would have helped. What does help is the opening act, Wendy Vousden, a really very funny comic with some sly and wickedly bawdy jokes.
Then the boys enter, wearing for a few precious moments, super hero capes. As the audience watches them manipulate their privates into such attractions as the Eiffel Tower, a sea anemone, a squirrel, and a hamburger (and many, many more) there is plenty of laughter, not all of it nervous. Four or five viewers, all men, did walk out but the vast majority stayed on, seeming to be enjoying themselves immensely. And, speaking of immensity, a TV camera helps out by zooming in on close-ups of each attraction (they call them installations) and projecting them on a huge screen center stage.
The show has been a hit in Australia and London, and looks to be on its way to being a hit in New York. Road companies are touring Canada and Britain. Be warned! These puppets have no strings attached