Wrapups of weekly sketch battles
After last week’s light battle, the warriors return with vengeance on their minds and blood on their hands. Three great armies amassed to vie for contested land. Who would prevail? Would any survive? Would any live to sing songs of the clash?
A mindless eating machine, a wordless display, and architectural genius are on display this week.
This week was a light one. Three scouts met while surveying a potential battlefield and got into a fight with non-lethal ordinance.
This week we’ve got Pyrotechnic Parties, Camping Trips, and Tortured Artistes.
And if you get a chance, stop by David’s joint and wish him well finding the other half of his ass.
Oh, the humanity!
Three score and three days ago Michael and I brought forth on this internet a new challenge, conceived in Comedy, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created funny.
Now we are engaged in a great comic war, testing whether that challenge, or any challenge, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that challenge might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate – we can not consecrate – we can not hallow – this web. The brave men and women, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here…
This week we’ve got babes in naves, doctors on telly, great warriors felled by beautiful maidens, and a little man in a boat.
If you feel my usage of this great speech for such a trivial adventure was sacrilegious, please go here to see it in its intended glory here.
We’ve got an interesting battle this week. Back from the brink of doom (probably after making a Mephistophelian deal) Michael is firing on all cylinders. Red’s got a new home on the web, but didn’t join in the festivities. David channeled his inner Sondheim. It was a slugfest out there today…
There was a lot of pain, crying, and gnashing of teeth today. We lost a lot of good people (and a lot of deadwood too…nukes and railguns are indiscriminate.) Hapkido, shotguns, fisticuffs, and song were the weapons of choice this week, my good readers. Go forth and be amused.
I’d been holding off on reporting the results of this week’s battle in hopes that Michael would make it out of the M*A*S*H unit, where he was playing grab ass with Hot Lips Houlihan, in time to post. He’s been under the weather this week, and in Chicago, there’s been a LOT of weather this week under which to be.
But then I remembered that even if he did make it out, he was meeting up with the brothers from the Water Buffalo Lodge for a Bowl-A-Thon. So hold back, I shall no more!
That’s right: someone new tossed her hat in the ring! Finally, PHX can represent with two mirth agents against the combined might of the Chicago comedy mafia! (I’ll nag her to get her own damn blog next time.)
What’s that you ask? What have we got this week? Bad gifts, guy talk, and people who dress funny!
After last week’s two-man wrecking crew, this week we’re back to three combatants. Still, there were some lingering personal, health, and weather issues keeping the warriors from fighting at peak form. See for yourselves as…
This week we’ve got the greatest coach ever, the greatest boyfriend ever, and the greatest ¿angel? ever.
Our hearty meals digested, our concubines put aside, we stepped up to the dohyō. Again, three of us had come to the ceremonial ground to battle for supremacy. The yobidashi brush the sand smooth where we had sat as we step up to the shikiri-sen.
This week we’ve got hippies, new jobs, danger at 3am, and secrets too frightening to reveal. Come revel in our words!
Another exciting day of sketchy goodness. You really should be playing along.
In case you missed them…Dave’s having some office trouble. Richard’s got some competition issues. And I’ve got to lay off the 700 Club.
Seriously people, get in the game. I can feel you out there judging us. So let’s see what you got.
Or are you yella?
The armies assembled on their respective sides of the battlefield the evening before committing their forces to the attack.
This week we’ve got the One True Plan – the millennial cell phone plan, Erin Andrews at the NFL Combine, and cube dweller hijinks. Come on it, the comedy is fine!