Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The World's Shortest Episode Of Law and Order: SVU


FADE IN: Central Park

Detectives Benson and Stabler examine the body of a forty-year old white man lying in the dirt.

Stabler spots a homeless guy lurking near the police tape.

STABLER
Let's see if our spectator knows anything?

BENSON
Good idea.

Stabler and Benson walk over to the homeless man.

HOMELESS
Hey, it's not a crime to watch.

STABLER
It's a crime if you're covering up for someone.

HOMELESS
I'm not covering up for anyone. That guy got killed by another male
prostitute.

BENSON
Oh yeah, which one.

HOMELESS
The one named Dave Jones.

STABLER
Ha ha. Like the guy from the Monkees?

HOMELESS
Yep. That was him. I think he's the guest star this week, right. So it's
pretty obvious he's the killer. Like that time Martin Short was on.

BENSON
Fine, but what's the twist?

HOMELESS
The prostitution ring was just a cover up for a human trafficking ring run
by other guest star Leah Thompson.

STABLER
Oh.

Ice-T walks over.

ICE-T
You need me to rough this guy up?

BENSON
Not really.


FADE OUT

Monday, July 28, 2008

MonkeyBicycle


So! Here is a thing I had in the new issue of Monkeybicycle. It's their dirty humor issue, and there are so many funny things in it, especially a very funny contribution by the famous famous guy Patton Oswalt.


So, enjoy mine below, and consider picking up a copy. Independent press thanks you!




Timmy Fenmore, Gifted Third Grader, Answers Your Questions About Sex


by Wendy Molyneux

Dear Timmy,

When I met my wife she was a real firecracker in the sack, but now that we’ve been married for three years, she just rolls over at night and goes right to sleep. Any suggestions as to how I could get her in the mood?

Thanks,
R. R.

Dear R.R.,

I never tried setting off a firecracker in a sack before, but one time I stole a firecracker from my dad’s shed. My friend Laura and I went down by the creek and lit it. My mom found out and said that when my dad got back from his business trip I would be in trouble. But then my dad never came home from his business trip because he met a nice Phillipina lady in Los Angeles. I don’t know if you know this, but the primary exports of the Philippines are electronic components and apparel, but according to my mom it’s also crawling with whores. Anyway, I don’t know how you can get your wife in a mood. Low serotonin levels in the brain can alter moods for the worse. So you could try to expose her to stimuli that would raise her serotonin levels, like ice cream or reruns of Farscape. I used to be able to stay up and watch that at nine, but now Mom sends me to my room so she can have a special grown-up soda. My favorite soda is Mountain Dew Code Red, but I can only have one glass or I’ll never get to sleep.

Stay Cool,
Timmy

* * *

Dear Timmy,

I am a thirty-five year old woman with a steady boyfriend. But lately I’ve found myself attracted to other women, and even made out with a female co-worker at the office Christmas party. I love my boyfriend and I don’t think I’m a lesbian, but is there anything wrong with this kind of experimentation?

Confused,
L.T.

Dear L.T.,

I love experiments, and experimentation is how we find out about the world and come up with our most basic scientific principles. Now that dad is gone, my mom said I could use his shed as my own laboratory, as long as I don’t use any fire or corrosive chemicals. I found some magazines hidden behind a board in there that had a lot of pictures of ladies kissing and hugging each other. If you want to kiss another lady, it seems okay, especially if you are both nurses or lonely farm-girls. According to the magazines, sometimes girls just can’t help it, especially if there are no men around. I guess now that my dad is gone my mom might start kissing other ladies. I just hope that she doesn’t start kissing Mrs. Benkelman from next door. She smells like onions and cats, and if my model airplane accidentally lands in her yard, I won’t get it back.

Sincerely,
Timmy

* * *

Dear Timmy,

I’m an old fashioned guy with old-fashioned values. I married my wife because I knew she’d be happy staying home with the kids and making me a hot meal every night. But then she took a class at the Learning Annex about female sexuality, and now she wants us to try all kinds of fancy stuff in bed. I don’t know why things just can’t be the way they used to be. Is there any way to talk her out of this crazy business?

Desperate,
B.G.

Dear B.G.,

Have you ever heard of entropy? Entropy is the principle that says that any isolated system will tend toward disorder and chaos. Any attempt to control the universe and keep it the way it is will be fruitless in the face of this tendency. But sometimes the best things happen because of accidents, like when my mom fell asleep on the front lawn after her girls night out and when I was waking her up I found a snapping turtle in the grass. Or like when Alexander Fleming accidentally discovered penicillin.

Besides, would it kill you to eat your wife’s pussy once in a while?

All the Best,
Timmy

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I look good.

So, I really hate those blogs where people just post pictures of themselves. Because no matter how they try to spin it, you just know the underlying message is, "I'm hot."

Okay, that said, there are times when you really do look hot, and you want to post a picture of yourself just in case a creepy ex stops by your blog (you know who you are!).

And I just got a new outfit that I really want to show off.

I just look so good in it!




EAT YOUR HEART OUT

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Bye, Suckers

Hey listen. I am going to Las Vegas tomorrow to gamble and sleep with whores. That doesn't mean you can rob my house, because people are staying there, okay? But if you do rob it, can you please also clean that place up? I'm tired of living in filth.

Anyhow, I'm pretty sure that I'll be coming back as a billionaire (that's how Vegas works, right?), and I already know how to handle it.

See below.


HOW TO TELL PEOPLE THAT YOU ARE A BILLIONAIRE
WITHOUT SOUNDING OBNOXIOUS
(originally written for McSweeney's)


1. Excuse me, but did you know that I am a billionaire? Well, I am. Nice wheelchair, asshole.



2. Pardon me, but did you drop this wallet? Oh, no, wait. I dropped it. I guess because it was so full of money. (Sigh.) Billions of dollars, in fact. Come back here or I'll hire someone to kill you.



3. My, what a cute baby. I have a baby at home made entirely out of one-hundred-dollar bills. Why do you think Jesus loves me so much? Is it because I am a billionaire?



4. What nice weather we're having. I enjoy the rain. I also enjoy inviting a bunch of orphans over to my house and telling them that I am going to adopt them. Then, at the end of the day, I gather them around me and, after pausing to puff on my pipe, I say, "Just kidding, jerks." I am a billionaire.



5. Do you know what a billion dollars looks like? I guess not, because you are blind. I'm sleeping with your wife.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Discontinued Pinata Models




Human Lungs




Baby




Jesus On The Cross




Icy Emotional Distance, Rendered In Papier-Mache



Balls




Photo by Donut Reporter





Possible Explanations As To How I Came Home From An Animal Shelter With Two Cats Instead Of One, Presented In Order Of Decreasing Plausibility


There were so many cats there, and it seemed heartless to take only one.

Am planning on assembling cat army to take over entire world.

Am planning on assembling dancing-cat vaudeville show to take over entire world.

In bizarre Speed-type scenario, evil madman threatened to blow up innocent people if I did not take two cats, adopt them, then drive them around on a bus, never going below 55 MPH.

Am sane.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Failed Names For Fireworks


Non-Sparklers

Big Jack's Hand-Removers

Superfun Partial Paralysis Bombs

Roman Candles of Doom, Certain To Take Both An Eye And The Sense Of Security You've Carried With You Since Birth Like A Diamond Pressed Into The Palm Of Your Hand, So Light You Hardly Knew It was There, So Constant You Barely Knew To Value It

Duds

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Things My Hands Are Free To Do In The Car Now That Cellphone Handsets Are Illegal

Put on makeup

Do nails

Make "dashboard nachos"

Cat's cradle

Solitaire

High-five invisible friends

Tetris

Wave hands in the air to make "tracers" (only when on acid)

Open champagne

Pour champagne in champagne flute

Drink champagne

Behind The Scenes!

As I mentioned in the post below, my husband and I produced an independent television pilot. Here is a very short "behind the scenes" video my husband put together.



When I watch it, I get really happy because this was one of the most fun experiences of my life. Whether or not people love it, putting your own production together and making something happen on your own is a great feeling, and the three days that we shot were exhausting but (feelings! lame!) incredibly rewarding and memorable. If anyone ever picks it up, that would just be a bonus.

Sitcom Pilot

So, I live in Los Angeles and because I hate not living up to cliches, I work in the entertainment industry.

Last summer, before the strike, my husband and I independently produced a sitcom pilot that we are just now wrapping up editing (hey, we're busy eating sushi, talking on cell phones, and getting into relationships with Wilmer Valderamma).

Anyhow, here's the trailer. I'm the blonde, my husband's the one who isn't Tuc Watkins. And the brunette is Brooke Dillman, who has been in one million TV shows.

Enjoy!