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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.
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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: 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: Party Planners
Allow me to preface this sketch with a preemptive “meh”. High concept, but it really goes nowhere. Not without a multi-million dollar budget to make it all happen, at least. Hmm… Party Planners(A large number of people fill a cavernous hall, dressed formally. The lights go down, and crossing, moving spots cut through the darkness.…