I'm glad auditions are over. By the second day, I was done with watching the same awful sketches and wanted to kill myself. I was surprised when my sketch wasn't the shittiest and a little disappointed, to be honest. I tried really hard to make my sketch fucking awful. No one got naked. I don't know how to further comment on it.
Also...
Fuck Jon and Kate and all eight of their stupid fucking children. They are not extraordinary other than the fact that she squeezed out 8 of those little shits. STOP SHOWING UP IN PEOPLE MAGAZINE OR ELSE I WONT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO READ WHILE IM POOPING AT MY PARENT'S HOUSE!
I am also glad that last week finally fucking ended. It was nice seeing my brother, but I just had way too much shit to do. Fucksicles. Time to put together a show.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Terrible Audition Sketch!
Every semester for ASUComedy auditions, we write terrible fucking sketches in hopes that people who are auditioning will make it funny. I am trying to make it impossible.
Here is my sketch.
(Lights up on a man and a woman walking to a check out counter.)
GARY: I just don't understand why you can't buy them yourself!
LISA: I told you already, I just want company.
GARY: But you're buying tampons.
LISA: Stop being such a pussy. I need to go grab some more things, I'll be right back.
GARY: Hurry up! We are next.
(Lisa leaves)
CLERK: Welcome to Walmart.
GARY: Uh, hi. I guess we'll just take these.
CLERK: Is this a joke, sir?
GARY: What?
CLERK: You're a boy.
GARY: Yes.
CLERK: A boy buying tampons.
GARY: Yes.
CLERK: Alright, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
(Lisa enters.)
LISA: Hey Gary, I found those Men's One-A-Day vitamins you've been looking for.
CLERK: Now what's this?
LISA: What?
CLERK: A woman buying man pills and a man buying tampons?! What kind of game are you two playing here?
GARY: I was just buying my girlfriend tampons...
CLERK: I don't want to even know what YOU are going to do with those, pervert!
LISA: (To Gary) Is this guy serious?
CLERK: Are YOU serious?
LISA: What?
CLERK: Zibbity ZOP ZOP ZOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
(The clerk then proceeds to get naked.)
GARY: You make everything awful, Lisa.
(Lightz)
Here is my sketch.
(Lights up on a man and a woman walking to a check out counter.)
GARY: I just don't understand why you can't buy them yourself!
LISA: I told you already, I just want company.
GARY: But you're buying tampons.
LISA: Stop being such a pussy. I need to go grab some more things, I'll be right back.
GARY: Hurry up! We are next.
(Lisa leaves)
CLERK: Welcome to Walmart.
GARY: Uh, hi. I guess we'll just take these.
CLERK: Is this a joke, sir?
GARY: What?
CLERK: You're a boy.
GARY: Yes.
CLERK: A boy buying tampons.
GARY: Yes.
CLERK: Alright, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
(Lisa enters.)
LISA: Hey Gary, I found those Men's One-A-Day vitamins you've been looking for.
CLERK: Now what's this?
LISA: What?
CLERK: A woman buying man pills and a man buying tampons?! What kind of game are you two playing here?
GARY: I was just buying my girlfriend tampons...
CLERK: I don't want to even know what YOU are going to do with those, pervert!
LISA: (To Gary) Is this guy serious?
CLERK: Are YOU serious?
LISA: What?
CLERK: Zibbity ZOP ZOP ZOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
(The clerk then proceeds to get naked.)
GARY: You make everything awful, Lisa.
(Lightz)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I really shouldn't be angry
Man... What the fuck?
Why the fuck am I still at the same fucking loser job?
I can't complain about my miserable night because it is my own damn fault for not getting the fuck out of there!
Fuck those simpleton fucks who slump into our store, don't fucking tip, bark orders, and never buy a fucking cup, yet grab 3 water cups! Fuck bro-dawgs shouting about who loves pussy more, or whose Ed Hardy t-shirt is more dank. Fuck those tone deaf slooters massacring the chorus to Biz Markie. I'm done listening to the same Bob Marley/Incubus/Sublime/Red Hot Chili Peppers/311/Weezer/stupid fucking bro music.
IF YOUR FRIEND IS JUST USING THE BATHROOM, DO NOT PRETEND LIKE YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MENU DEBATING WHETHER OR NOT TO ORDER SOMETHING. We all know what's going on. Cut that bullshit out.
This has become what to be expected nightly. But tonight was far worse due to how I was treated by my manager. In my two years of being employed there, I have never felt so degraded and disrespected by a co-worker, let alone manager.
If you are reading this, you know who you are. You preach integrity and hard work. You're supposed to walk the line, not... nevermind.
I am also mad because I know that he wont remember shit in the morning, but I will.
I hate to say it, but I miss Mutz.
Why the fuck am I still at the same fucking loser job?
I can't complain about my miserable night because it is my own damn fault for not getting the fuck out of there!
Fuck those simpleton fucks who slump into our store, don't fucking tip, bark orders, and never buy a fucking cup, yet grab 3 water cups! Fuck bro-dawgs shouting about who loves pussy more, or whose Ed Hardy t-shirt is more dank. Fuck those tone deaf slooters massacring the chorus to Biz Markie. I'm done listening to the same Bob Marley/Incubus/Sublime/Red Hot Chili Peppers/311/Weezer/stupid fucking bro music.
IF YOUR FRIEND IS JUST USING THE BATHROOM, DO NOT PRETEND LIKE YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MENU DEBATING WHETHER OR NOT TO ORDER SOMETHING. We all know what's going on. Cut that bullshit out.
This has become what to be expected nightly. But tonight was far worse due to how I was treated by my manager. In my two years of being employed there, I have never felt so degraded and disrespected by a co-worker, let alone manager.
If you are reading this, you know who you are. You preach integrity and hard work. You're supposed to walk the line, not... nevermind.
I am also mad because I know that he wont remember shit in the morning, but I will.
I hate to say it, but I miss Mutz.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Vegas Trip
For my Dad's birthday, my brother, Mom, and I decided to surprise him with a trip to Las Vegas. I had a good time hanging out with my family and learned/saw some serious shit.
Location: Sky Harbor Airport
1) The Burger King was happenin' at 6:30 am.
2) The bar I went to had regulars.
3) I could not find bro fuel anywhere. This upset me.
Location: Airplane
1) I sat next to two giggling girls on their way to Las Vegas for a "girls trip." They already had their skanky dresses on and took pictures of themselves almost the entire trip. For a while, I pretended that I was asleep so that I did not have to take a stupid fucking picture of them holding up their $7 cocktails. They giggled about everything possible. Every sentence was accompanied by the sounds of high pitched slootery. There was some serious dick hunting to be done by these women of the twilight.
Location: Shuttle to the Luxor
Me: Hey dude, let me see your camera.
Dustin: I don't have mine. It was stolen.
Me: Shut up.
Dustin: Yeah, it was stolen out of my car.
Me: Get the fuck out of here.
Dustin: Yeah, dude, I was robbed.
Me: You left your car unlocked on your driveway, huh?
Dustin: You were robbed, too, weren't you?
Me: Yup.
We were quiet for the rest of the bus ride.
Location: Luxor
1) I discovered that my mom has a fear of escalators. Huh.
2) In the same night, I also learned that my Dad has a third nipple.
3) At about 5am, my Dad returned from his gambling and proceeded to get ready for bed. Amidst his preparation, I heard him wake my mother with an ever so endearing comment, "Lois, I think I took Jenny's god damned birth control!" Whaaaaaaaaaaat?
4) Carrot Top and Criss Angel advertisements EVERYWHERE. The shit made my dick soft.
5) There were 20-25 of those people who hand out the strip club cards in a row. It was pretty fucking amazing. I tried making a deal with them that I would take as many of their flyers as they wanted if I could just run down the line and have everyone give me a low five like they do when they introduce basketball players. They didn't understand anything I was saying and continued to flick their advertisements at me.
Location: Car ride home.
1) We stopped at a Chevron/McDonald's to fuel up and use the restrooms. Inside the McDonald's, I counted 35 people. No kidding, 35 people. I would have taken a picture of them, but you cannot really tell what is what on my camera phone.
Awesome.
Location: Sky Harbor Airport
1) The Burger King was happenin' at 6:30 am.
2) The bar I went to had regulars.
3) I could not find bro fuel anywhere. This upset me.
Location: Airplane
1) I sat next to two giggling girls on their way to Las Vegas for a "girls trip." They already had their skanky dresses on and took pictures of themselves almost the entire trip. For a while, I pretended that I was asleep so that I did not have to take a stupid fucking picture of them holding up their $7 cocktails. They giggled about everything possible. Every sentence was accompanied by the sounds of high pitched slootery. There was some serious dick hunting to be done by these women of the twilight.
Location: Shuttle to the Luxor
Me: Hey dude, let me see your camera.
Dustin: I don't have mine. It was stolen.
Me: Shut up.
Dustin: Yeah, it was stolen out of my car.
Me: Get the fuck out of here.
Dustin: Yeah, dude, I was robbed.
Me: You left your car unlocked on your driveway, huh?
Dustin: You were robbed, too, weren't you?
Me: Yup.
We were quiet for the rest of the bus ride.
Location: Luxor
1) I discovered that my mom has a fear of escalators. Huh.
2) In the same night, I also learned that my Dad has a third nipple.
3) At about 5am, my Dad returned from his gambling and proceeded to get ready for bed. Amidst his preparation, I heard him wake my mother with an ever so endearing comment, "Lois, I think I took Jenny's god damned birth control!" Whaaaaaaaaaaat?
4) Carrot Top and Criss Angel advertisements EVERYWHERE. The shit made my dick soft.
5) There were 20-25 of those people who hand out the strip club cards in a row. It was pretty fucking amazing. I tried making a deal with them that I would take as many of their flyers as they wanted if I could just run down the line and have everyone give me a low five like they do when they introduce basketball players. They didn't understand anything I was saying and continued to flick their advertisements at me.
Location: Car ride home.
1) We stopped at a Chevron/McDonald's to fuel up and use the restrooms. Inside the McDonald's, I counted 35 people. No kidding, 35 people. I would have taken a picture of them, but you cannot really tell what is what on my camera phone.
Awesome.
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Mutz in the Mirror
Today was the last day of my Summer Astronomy 111 class. I was thrown off when Mutz walked in wearing a tan button up shirt (with the sleeves rolled up) as opposed to his several shades of blue. I'm just glad that it's over.
I was having a pretty shitty night until I saw a girl vomit in her own hair behind a dumpster.
Farewell, Steve Mutz.
I was having a pretty shitty night until I saw a girl vomit in her own hair behind a dumpster.
Farewell, Steve Mutz.
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