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FSW: The Legend of the Fourth
I decided to go with an Independence Day theme for this one, also challenging Michael to see if he could do the same. We’ll see what he comes up with later, but for now, please enjoy my offering. The Legend of the Fourth(Stan sits at the edge of his young son Seth’s bed, tucking him…
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FSW: Witness Protection
(A gray, grimy interrogation room. One table, two chairs, harsh fluorescents. MARVIN HENDERSON sits nervously opposite DET. JASON DETWILER.) MARVINIt’s not fair. DETWILERLife’s not fair, Henderson. MARVINI need guarantees. DETWILERGuarantees? Haven’t you figured out from all of this that there are no guarantees in this life? Or the next? MARVINHe’ll kill me. You’ve got to…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Twenty
It’s been four long weeks since the last Sketch War summary, but that doesn’t mean there haven’t been some good sketches in the interim (and one very obscure one last week, sorry.) But this week we’re back at normal strength with a three-man knock-down drag-out donnybrook! So let’s get to it. David fired the first…
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FSW: Trapezoid Traffic Stop
(Harold and Debbie sit in their car, strobing blue and red lights shining through the rear window making clear their plight. At the wheel, Harold looks forlorn, Debbie irritated.) RADIO ANNOUNCER (O.S.)…come on in to Spiedermann’s Metal Gazebos. With every great bower comes great bronze stability! DEBBIETurn that off! (Harold kills the radio. A trooper…
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Answer Key to Friday’s Sketch
Okay. I realize I overreached so far on yesterday’s sketch that it appears I’ve had a stroke. To assure you all, the ASPBV (American Society for the Protection of Blood Vessels) monitored the writing of that sketch and no blood vessels were injured in the production. So here’s a quick legend: The patient is named…
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FSW: The Three Bees
Okay, this one’s an odd egg. There are several jokes buried in here, but they’re targeted to specific audiences. I figure you either don’t get this at all, get pieces, or get everything. This might be my most layered piece yet. Now, whether it’s funny or not… David has already posted his piece for the…
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FSW: Bob’s Knob Shop
I fear I may be alone again this week, folks. Michael’s nuptials are here (if you’ve enjoyed his sketches in the past like I have, you should go on over and wish him and the bride luck) and David’s been up against a wall at work for a long while now. This might be a…
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FSW: Rachael Ray, Terrorist!
Tough choice today. Most of the day, the topic below seemed the most obvious target. Then around 4:30 I heard Harvey Korman had died. I thought about trying to write a sketch in honor of his greatness, but I’m not worthy. I wanted to give him a sendoff fit for a king, but I’m just…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Sixteen
As the three-day weekend rolls to a close, it’s time to announce the winners and losers of this past Friday’s battle royale. In another two-man fight to the death, Coyote drew first blood with his katana… Michael parried with his claymore. What sucked for Coyote, was the Claymore was of the landmine variety. Winner: Michael.…
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FSW: On the Couch
(Trevor lies on a couch, while behind him Mary sits in a chair taking notes. She is wearing a suit and glasses. Her hair is in a bun held together with a pencil.) MARYHow are you feeling today, Trevor? TREVORI’m okay. A little sluggish. Didn’t get a good night’s sleep. MARYYes? TREVORRestless. My dreams were…