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Yeah, it’s got flesh wounds, it’s got “fuck”-laced drug talk, it’s even got real-life boobies and johnsons—but is it funny? Angel Shit—brought to you by your smut-minded friends at Cherry Red Productions—might have seemed hilarious back in 1997 when it was first brought to stage, before our fragile little minds became completely marinated in Tinseltown’s wisecracking criminals and expletive-laden rants. But now it seems a little, well, juvenile, and certainly not shocking (though I have to admit I was unprepared to watch a character strip from the waist down and, uh, flap in the breeze for what seemed like an eternity. OK, so I giggled). The story takes place in Nebraska and focuses on a group of heroin addicts—Carol (Monique LaForce), a screechy strung-out nurse; Flounder (Jay Barber), the aforementioned stripper; Rooster (Vince Terlep), the go-to guy when very bad things start to happen; and Brenda (Camille Gurnell, pictured), an enslaved hooker with a fuchsia Afro—who gets some junk that has been tainted with a flesh-eating virus, courtesy of Nebraska’s governor, in an attempt to flush out some of Middle America’s less decent element. To be fair, the violent underhandedness of a political figure is a worthy topic, as is a cops-gone-bad subplot, but it all just seems so familiar—which is really just depressing. The curtain goes up at 11 p.m. Friday and Saturday, to Saturday, April 27, at Source Theatre, 1835 14th St. NW. $15. (202) 298-9077. (Tricia Olszewski)