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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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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…
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FSW: Silence is Golden Edition
Happy Friday to us, every one!Here’s the news that’s fit to print. Richard is dressed as Rachel Ray. Dave is building the casino of his dreams in Vegas. There’s no word, yet, from Red.So I’ve been trying to work on brevity. My last couple of sketches have felt a little long. I’ve also been experimenting…
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FSW: Rachel Ray, $40 a Day
For the whiny little bitches – you know who you are – who are going to read this and say “you’ve never been with a real woman…you wouldn’t know what to do…curves…hawt…” whatever. Rachel Ray’s genetics are showing through. She’s going to be a fat old Italian woman someday. Facts are facts. So what? I’m…
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Friday Night Sketch War: Round Eleven
This week was a light one. Three scouts met while surveying a potential battlefield and got into a fight with non-lethal ordinance. Coyote threw wiffle balls at the others… Michael blew spitballs… Red sprayed foam… This week we’ve got Pyrotechnic Parties, Camping Trips, and Tortured Artistes. And if you get a chance, stop by David’s…
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FSW: Great Outdoors Edition
Another week come and gone. I would have had this up sooner, but I’ve been hiding under my desk in case another aftershock rolls through here. Earthquakes are only supposed to happen in Third World Countries and California. Not the Midwest.Anyhow, Richard came out, guns a-blazing, with a funny party planning idea.No word from Dave…