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FSW: In the Coop
In the Coop(Two women wearing partial chicken costumes sit next to each other on nests on a raised platform. A conveyor belt runs beneath the platform, on which eggs occasionally pass.) MILDREDDid you hear? Esther’s boy came by her coop for Sunday dinner. RUTHMy Irving didn’t even call on my birthday and you should tell…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Fourteen
This week we just had a drunken scuffle between two irate generals. Coyote spies on post-coital pillow talk… Michael chooses neither paper nor plastic… David fired a late shot, too drunk on absinthe to make it out earlier. Let’s get some more battlers next week. Post your best and send a link to sketchwar_at_dreamloom.com.
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What Happens in Degas, Stays in Degas
(A WOMAN and MAN sit sullenly in a Paris café in 1876. The woman stares ahead drunkenly, a glass of absinthe on the table in front of her. The man smokes a pipe and stares offstage. They sit next to each other but don’t acknowledge each other. They are silent for several moments.) (Enter MARK…
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FSW: Small Store Edition
Richard is the early bird this week with a hilarious sketch about a little pillow talk.I know Dave was headed to a Cubs game today, so he could be busy putting on his parka and snow boots before heading to the stadium. It’s like March here today.Here’s my sketch for what it’s worth. After seeing…
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FSW: Pillow Talk
Pillow Talk(Mark and Vanessa lie side by side in bed with the sheets pulled up to strategically cover their nudity. Hair is mussed. They’ve clearly just finished an energetic session of lovemaking.) MARKThat your thong? VANESSAWhere? MARKCeiling fan. VANESSAUm, no I think that one’s yours. That was…where did you learn that new trick? MARKThe one…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Thirteen
Whoo doggy! Lucky round 13. Let’s get right into the action. Coyote threw a million little pieces of shrapnel at his foes… Michael trained a firehose of Evian into the fray… David gave us all hemlock and consumption. Three warriors entered. None survived. They’re dead. All of them dead.
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Shadows on the Cave Wall
(RICK and STEVE in the front of a car. RICK is driving. STEVE is in the passenger’s seat.) (RICK suddenly swerves, then honks his horn.) RICKLook at this jackass. STEVEWhat a moron. RICK (yelling out window)Jackass!(pause)Sometimes I think everyone except me is an idiot. (pause) STEVEAm I an idiot? RICKWell, let’s approach this Socratically. Are…
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FSW: Meta-Bistro Edition
I’m gonna second what Richard said about his post this week. Not quite firing on all cylinders. I’m really looking forward to the weekend. And not doing a damn thing if I can help it.No word from Dave yet, but he could be busy putting razor-wire around his apartment. (A small table in a stylish…
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FSW: Blind Date
Please forgive me ahead of time for a boring sketch. I’ve had a rough week and didn’t get to this until an hour ago. It’s not good. Seriously. Sorry. Blind Date(Meredith sits at a small table in a stylish bistro with a glass of wine. She is fashionably dressed. She frequently raises her eyes from…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Twelve
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? Coyote led the charge atop a mighty warhorse, leading a terrible horde of…