Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A really quite stupid sketch.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
MORE SATIRE!!!
Lock into my eyes
A saw must have been used because there on the ground was , or two unicycles.
The lamp post the bike had been leaning on was left completely undamaged, Thinking ahead I would only ever lock the bike to itself, in case someone ever did try to steal my lock, no council property would be damaged. You're very welcome Mr Mayor.
That was my favourite bike lock, I recieved it for christmas as a child and I rode it for years,
It wasnt until years later my parents bought me a bicycle.
It was a simple enough transition because there are so many similarities between riding bicycle and riding a bicycle lock:
- First of all, once you learn to ride a lock you never ever forget.
- Both can be riden by putting the instrument between your legs, except the lock can also be riden like a skateboard, a single engined aircraft or a ouiji board.
- When riding either mode of transportation it is important to alert people on the street of your inevitable over-taking, using sound, usually dinging. However because my lock was not equiped with a bell, if I was flying along on my lock and I saw that I was approaching someone, I'd begin a series of hooting and howling, and if that recieved no acknowledgement of my incoming I would carefully take one hand off my lock, focusing hard on keeping my balance, and proceed to pound my finger tips into the center of my palm, essentially clapping with one hand, making a slightly louder than expected sound.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Satire.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Walking the Planck
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The Parent Trapese...
Me and the King
*door opens*
Fellow: Oh hello King, What do we owe this honour to?
King: Well, I heard you were to be wed tomorrow, I've come to give your fiance my blessing
Fellow:
King: Im here to sleep with your bride
Fellow: hmm... Im new to this kingdom, I should have known you have weird taxes
King: Yes, I know, Its a dreadful bother; Im entitled to the first, and five percent of what ever you get... per anum.
Fellow: I see
King: Compounded monthly
Fellow: Right.
King: Have you heard of the new plumbing system we're installing?
Fellow: No
King: Well we noticed everyone was disposing of their waste in their own seprerate, creative ways. Wasting it if you will. We wont have any of that in this kingdom. We want the lot.
Fellow: Have it
King: Dont fake dismissiveness. I know what you are thinking. Im the most ruthless ruler of them all, arent I? A kingdom where subjects arent even entitled to their business, it's ludicrous! Go on, tell me i'm the worst... come on... tell me....
Fellow: You're the worst
King: Great! I knew it. Oh thats wonderful. Listen, I wont bother blessing your misses tonight, im in too good a mood. But Im still taking my 5 percent, alright?
Fellow: Alright
King: My God im Ruthless.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Hmmmmm.... We are doing well, aren't we?
Sunday, August 23, 2009
What was That?
Man: So that I could find out what kind of woman you really are!!! A very good one apprently, Ive been hearing great things
Woman: From who?
Man: Your exes, really great guys. Im surprised you let them go
Woman: Babe, are you kidding?
Man: What? I can be cool about this, I can be "one of the girls"
Woman: Maybe i dont want that
Man: But maybe you do. You most likely do. Guys like girls that are dudie.
Woman: Dudie?
Man: Tell me about your tampons
Woman: How about we go to sleep
Man: I know thats what the guy who's writing this sketch is thinking
Woman: Ooookay... Good night
Man: Good night Baby, I dont think he had any good ideas anyway. Left it too late i think.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Advicium OverReatorum
Son: Yes Mother but she's also very strong, what should i give her for that? A steel chain and a rock?
Mother: Are you done?
Son: She's also quite sharp Mother, perhaps I could get her a razor blade bracelet? Or a big cow broach for how much of a pushover she is?
Mother: You dont like advice do you?
Moss - time
Albert: (to a passer by)
See the moss?
(to another passer by)
Spagnum just coming into rutting season - check out the young sporophytes vying for position
(A woman and a child come up to the enclosure)
Fan of the moss, Mam? The youngster will be interested to see the Bryopsida; a frisky little beast, it punches well above its weight in the social order.
Lady:
Moss has a social order?
Oh indeed it does. See old silverback there? The Andreaeopsida? He's been top moss for years now, got all the best bits of soil, he has. But then there's Bruno, the Polytrichopsida. He's smart, and strong, and wants to get a taste of the finer things, if you know what I'm saying. Some of the young lady mosses can be quite the tease if you catch my drift... waggling their archegonia about like it's the fall of rome. HA
Are they like lichen?
Albert:
(Slaps child on back of head. Child falls on face. Lady does not see what happens) Hmya!
Lady:
Good lord! Jeremy! What happened!
Albert:
The young man took a tumble. Probably distracted by the vast breadth of the Bryophyta family. It can take them like that, sometimes, the breadth. Anyway, as I was saying...
Lady (Hustling the bewildered child away):
Don't worry Jeremy, we'll go see the Meerkats.
Albert:
Oh you fucking would, wouldn't you, you tart! Go on, go look at the braindead little rodent twats!
(during this rant the head of the zoo, Mr Phatgibbon, has come onto the stage)
Albert (Seeing Mr Phatgibbon and thinking on his feet):
Oh, Mr Phatgibbon! I was just directing some customers to the gift shop.
Mr Phatgibbon:
I see. Look, Albert... I think we need to have a discussion.
Albert:
Well, it's not a very good time for me, Sir, got a bit of a rush on at the moment.
Mr P:
Well ... actually you don't. Actually the moss is the least popular exhibit at the zoo. And that's kind of what I'm here about.
Albert:
OOh, I see, I didn't realise we were running a popularity contest here. I thought we were bringing the wonder of natures beasts to the doorsteps of the people of Melbourne.
Mr P:
Well, ok don't get like that Albert. But say you're right - then we have to deal with the fact that moss isn't technically an animal. And that most people, if they looked, could find an exhibit growing on their doorstep.
Albert:
This is just FUCKING TYPICAL if you'll excuse me sir. You want ears, stupid little paws. Action! Well, if it's action you want, what about the time that Acroschisma escaped and attacked that chinese woman?
Mr P:
There was a significant body of evidence that suggested you were the one who attacked Ms Tan. The zoo was lucky she was too terrified to press charges. Albert, I'm afraid the board has asked me to close the exhibit.
Albert:
HA! The board. The board can kiss my archegonia.
Mr P:
Albert, this is going to happen. I'll be signing approval papers for an extension to the Meerkat enclosure tomorrow.
MEERKATS!
Yes, Albert, Meerkats. It's a pity, because I always had a soft spot for lichen (He turns to look out over the Moss enclosure)...
Albert:
Lichen!!! Lichen!! I'll give you lichen you warm blooded parasite! (He pushes Mr Phatgibbon into the enclosure)
(Sound effect of man being attacked by moss plays. Screams. Occasionally a hand is or a leg is seen being flung up over the edge as Mr Phatgibbon tries desperately to escape. But there is no escape)
Albert:
That's it, my pretties. Feed! FEEED!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Hey Guys
Peace Out
PS: this is not a sketch
Disdainercise!
Arts Apart
M&M: "Ok how bout this.... we get the bass line and drum line from each song"
TMT: "But neither of you play the drums"
M&M:"How hard can it be? Im learning as we speak. Bing badda bop bop... ...we can hire a guy"
TMT: "Thats fine. Have 'em. But we get the guitar lines and keyboards"
M&M:"Hey you can't have both rythm guitar AND lead!
TMT:"Yes we can. Yes we can. We can have both"
M&M:"Fine but you're not getting both keyboard hands, we're taking the left. NO! the right!"
TMT:"Done. Who gets Tambourine?"
M&M:"We dont want it"
TMT:"Neither do we"
M&M:"We could auction it off. Could make enough for free lunch.
TMT: "How are we dividing song lyrics?"
M&M: "Look I dont care.. how about we take all the verbs and you guys get the nouns... but we get to keep all the dirty words"
TMT: "What about the pronouns"
M&M: "Keep them...it, thou and they.... we get you and we"
TMT: "we want we"
M&M: "You're not getting we! I will fight this to my death"
TMT: "See you in court!"
Intelligent Design...
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The voice of christmas future...
Myth Busting Cow, What?
*bullshit music to break up intro and segment*
The Minotaur is a terrifying creature from Greek Mythology, Part man, Part bull... Or a potentially less threatening, more arousing hybrid: Part woman, with the head of a cow.
The myth states that Pasiphae, wife of Minos, under spell of God Poisedon, fell madly in love with the Cretan bull. So Pasiphae had Daedalus, the famous architect, make a wooden cow for her so that she could climb inside it and "copulate" with the bull. Presumably, she must have been kneeling right at the back of the wooden beast, with her vagina pressed up through the strategically carved out lady-hole.
In this episode, we will try to bust this myth by two methods:
We will test whether an anatomically-correct hollow cow sculpture could plausibly withstand the weight of a thousand kilos of beef pressing down on it and vigorously thrusting as if possessed by Zeus himself.
Secondly, our staff will try to find out whether or not it is possible for a Bull to actually empregnate a human female. And Vice versa.
And Stick around till the end of the show to find out if Debis' cow-man-child will thrive on meals of human flesh or wither and struggle in this dark stoney labyrinth without a single cud and six hungry stomach.
This thing is so fragmented and needs a lot of work. But its late now, and all im ending up writing about is fucking. Good night!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Drug Deal
A man walks past a dodgy hotdog stand
Customer: Hello, you open for business
Vendor: Always, as long as its business dawg what you need, i can give you what you need
Customer: Yeah hi, id like a hotdog with sauce
Vendor: Alright, i hear you i hear you, with sauce, right i know what you want man. You dont want no hotdog
Customer: i dont
Vendor: Nah man, hotdog is weak man, its weak, this weeks shipment aint right dawg. Youll be paying full price for some wack shit
Customer: But i like hotdogs
Vendor: I know man, i know you do. I know how you hotdog fiends be, you get stuck on the product cant truck no change, get all addicted and shit
Customer: To hotdogs
Vendor: Yeah man, you get mad on that hotdog. But i got something better much better
Customer: Ok, what else do you have in there
Vendor: Back here, i got everything you need playa. I got some shit fresh of the boat from my connek in Mexico nigga, we callin it Burrito
Customer: Well i like Burritos
Vendor: What nigga, how you had Burrito before, you damn sure havent had this Burrito before, its fresh of the boat, Mexico via Columbia nigga
Customer: Columbia?, isnt that along way to go for lunch
Vendor: Lunch? What you mean..... ahhhh lunch, like you got the hunger for Burrito or hotdog, you having it for lunch, you almost lost me on that yo
Customer: .......Right, so ill have a burrito then (puts 5 bucks on the counter)
Vendor: What kind of wack shit is this yo, are you playin me. Coz Lil Big John dont get, oh i see, playa wanna pre tasting i see i see no worries
Customer: Thats really nice of you id love a pre taste like you say.
Vendor puts a burrito on the counter
Customer: Wheres my crack?
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Space Widow
Woman: "What do you mean you're leaving?"
Man: "I told you last night, im going into space forever"
Woman:"I thought you said you were going golfing"
Man: "look, I dont like this any more than you do... Im sorry, I said that wrong... Look, I like this a lot more than you do"
Woman:"Is this why you showered me in gifts?"
Man:"Yeah, I didnt want to leave you here on earth alone. Im not an animal. Animals do that"
Woman:"What animal? What animal would do that?"
Man: "Listen, shut up. I'll email you. I promise. If I can get access to a fax machine, I'll send you some of the things I draw sometimes"
Woman:"Where are you going exactly? Why are you going?
Man:"It's a galactic colonisation thing. We're going to Proxima Centauri. Me, and Jeff, and two genetically compatible female astronauts."
Woman:"What does that mean: genetically compatible?"
Man:"It's a 25 year flight, baby. We're going to have to reproduce in order to increase our workforce. No emotions. Purely scientific rocket breeding.
You and me, what we have is love, theres nothing more valuable to me than that in this world."
Woman:"Im not sure that expression applies here"
Man:"This is for the species. You care about the species dont you? I have a Duty. Duty calls. Duty is making me leave. Duty is making me breed with one or both of those astronaught ladies. I dont want to, but Duty, for the species"
Woman:"So you're leaving, just like that?"
Man:"I wish i could apologise, but Duty Baby.... I think I hear the rocket roaring, I got to go."
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Border Insecurity
Michael: Hello? Is this Airport security?
Sec: Yes sir, how can I help you?
Michael: I'm going to blow up one of your planes.
Sec: Okay sir, firstly, can I inquire as to whether this is an international or domestic threat?
Michael: We are domestic. We are the Sons of the Southern Cross. We have placed a bomb on board the 7.15 to Brisbane
Sec: Very well sir, unfortunately I must inform you that all domestic terrorist threats must be made half an hour prior to the flight's departure.
Michael: What?
Sec: This is standard airline policy sir, in order to ensure convenience for you and all our passengers.
Michael: Well, you've had me on hold for over 10 minutes.
Sec: We encourage all terrorists to allow extra time for queuing in their plans.
Michael: Look, we didn't have to threaten your airline. There are plenty of other airlines out there. This is ridiculous.
Sec: Sir, many other terrorists manage to work within our guidelines. Our low prices...
Michael: Listen mate - I've had just about enough of you lot. I threatened a flight last week and it was delayed for six hours! SIX! In the end we just took the bomb and went home.
Sec: Sir, do not take that tone with me.
Michael: Sorry, sorry. I'm just .. frustrated. I promised the kid's we'd blow up a plane to Movieworld.
Sec: I understand. Look, I'm afraid the best I can offer you now is to blow up the 8 o'clock plane to Townsville. From there you should be able to blow up a bus to Brisbane. Or maybe hire a car bomb?
Michael: Hmmm... Okay. I guess I'll have to go with that.
Sec: Glad we could sort something out. Have a safe flight.
Again, ending is weak. Also beginning is weak. I like the 'blow up a bus to Brisbane' line, and the rest I can take or leave.
There's an Economy in my Bathroom Eating Cake.
An office. The Boss (Mr Corgan) Looks dishevelled. He may occasionally swig from a bottle of whisky. His shirt is torn. He is unshaven. Crazy eyes. Enter a worker.
BOSS: Frank! Frank! Thank god you came...
WORKER: What is it Mr Corgan?
B: Frank... oh god... I need your help Frank.
W: Of course Mr Corgan... what can I do for you?
B: It's the economy Frank...
W: Well, sir, look... We all know times are tough ... if there have to be more layoffs, it'll be hard, obviously, but we'll deal with it.
B: No. Frank. You don't get it ... You're my friend, aren't you, Frank?
W: Well, Mr Corgan, we've worked together a long time. And I have enormous respect for you, obviously.
B: Exactly ... friend ... friend... (Pathetic, clawing at Frank)
W: You're scaring me slightly Mr Corgan
B: Call me Geoff, Frank.
W: Ok, Geoff. You can call me Mike, which is my actual name.
B: Ok Mike. (Pulling self together). Tell me Frank. What do you know about the economy?
W: Oh. Well, the economy is the web that binds all commercial interactions. It is a construction of society built on transactions and trust based estimates of the value of fungible assets.
B: Frank, Frank... you poor fool. What would you say if I told you the economy was a ravenous beast, fueled only by an insatiable hunger?
W: Well, Mr Corgan, I'd say you weren't the first to use such a metaphor, but it's a rather negat...
B: FRANK. What if I then went on to tell you it's not a metaphor...
W: I'm sorry?
B: What if I told you that the economy REALLY IS a ravenous beast...
W: Ummm
B: What's more a beast that is living in my bathroom...
W: Sir, I would say that perhaps it's been a long week, and perhaps you need a lie down and some mood stabilisers of some kind.
B: Frank. Open that door.
W: This door?
B: Yes.
(Frank opens door with only a small trace of trepidation)
W: JESUS! (Slamming door quickly) What the fuck was that?
B: That, Frank, is the economy. That is the she beast at whose tit we all have sucked.
W: The hair! The fat! The pustulous boils!
B: Not an attractive sight, I will admit. But it was not always like this.
W: How did it get in here?
B: I brought it here ... But then it was just a small, heavily regulated fiscal market! I guess I took pity on it. I fed it on dividends, cash deposits... but then cash became scarce ... by this time it was strong, stronger than I could handle, and I had to search elsewhere for food ... I made do with derivatives, unstable futures ... in the last two years it has feasted on a sickening swill of collateralised debt packages ... and still it asks for more...
Needs an ending. I thought that the boss will probably end up feeding the worker to the economy, but that might confuse the whole thing. Help? Also, how does my economic bullshit sound?