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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…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Fifteen
If you thought last week’s drunken scuffle was an embarrassment, wait until you see this week’s slap fight. There’s a rumor we might be joined by some fresh blood soon, so this lull in the war might merely be a short-lived ceasefire. Let’s hope. Coyote wants to make an omelet, so he breaks a few…
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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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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.