some pervert named Fran
“Crisis” by Nuclear Spring
Does anybody spell “convenience” right on the first try? I say we get rid of the word altogether! It’s an inconveenence!
SanchezVentura and I (along with a few other hilarious folks who I’m awfully fond of) just got accepted to the level 5 Writing class at Second City! We’re gonna be putting on a show! Well, mostly writing a show. We won’t be in it.
Point is, eventually we’re probably going to guilt you all into coming to see the thing we write. So start getting your excuses ready!
Probable reviews of our show:
“Chock-full of fart jokez!”
“[whatever our show is called] answers the age old question: are butts really that funny? The answer is: of course they are, dummy!”
“Subtext, get the hell outta here! They have no time for you! Bring on the full-frontal nudity!”
“I was blackmailed into coming. It coulda been worse. A lot worse.”
“Why was there a scene of just two of the writers sitting on stage eating a football helmet full of nachos? It doesn’t matter, I loved it!”