Entries from January 2010

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Drunken Notes: Spread the Love

ShareAs a comedic writer I leave myself notes on interesting things I observe. I find that when I’m drunk I see especially bizarre things… allegedly. I’ll usually wake up to a confusing undecipherable message from the night before. The problem is, since I get too drunk, I can never remember what really happened.
It was a [...]

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Bromantic

ShareAre you with a loved one right now? I want you to turn down the lights, put on some Michael Bolton and read on, it’s about to get bromantic in here.
I have this friend Polman. Actually, I don’t know if he’s my friend, but he’s good friends with a couple of my friends, so theoretically [...]

Monday, January 25th, 2010

An Open Letter to Jets Fans

ShareHey there Gang Green Nation,
 I know a lot of you are upset right now, losing the AFC championship game to the Colts, but let me just say to you, cheer up. You got this far without your playmaker Leon Washington and without all-pro nose tackle Kris Jenkins, so you have to believe that next season [...]

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

TV Sonnets #1, #2 and #3

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Oralian TV Sonnet #1
For why must your breeze blow over this way?
You never change clothes not even pink hat
Men commit suicide, disgust conveyed
Mother is so hot yet you are so fat.
Dated a nudist and somehow a doc,
Pretend twelve hot dogs are the New York Knicks,
Butt of jokes you are, always to be mocked,
So you switched [...]

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

333×2 Guilty Pleasures: #4 Farting on someone’s head

ShareA fart, in of itself, is a glorious way to release the pressure from your gastrointestinal tract. After you let that air attack fly you feel like a million bucks, of course until that pressure creeps back again. I know when I’m home alone I let those babies loose willy-nilly. Letting bombs drop home alone [...]