<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205</id><updated>2012-01-22T00:29:45.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Cooper bla bla bla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3185729360546546207</id><published>2010-10-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:57:11.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(62, 62, 62); "&gt;Jeff Popsburg looked at the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big mountain," he thought. Jeff tightened his laces, adjusted his hat, and walked toward the giant landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP. He walked right into the mountain. "Ow," Jeff exclaimed. He also thought this. "Ow," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried again. SLAM. His face right into the rock. His glasses broke. He tossed them aside. "Free glasses!" he yelled. But nobody answered. "Huh. Guess no one recognizes a good deal when they see one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried a 3rd time to conquer the majestic mountain. He walked. He walked slowly. Determined. Careful. With caution, but with aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMACK. The mountain hit him so hard in the head, that blood trickled down his forehead. It went into his mouth. He licked his lips. "So that's what blood tastes like!" Jeff realized. He grabbed his water bottle from his bag, emptied it, and filled it with more of his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drank his own blood. "This way, I can't really lose any blood, because it's going right back into me!" Jeff thought, like a fucking moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died of blood loss, and from a concussion. The mountain had claimed yet another lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3185729360546546207?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3185729360546546207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3185729360546546207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3185729360546546207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3185729360546546207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2010/10/mountain.html' title='The Mountain'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2126627312429601267</id><published>2010-02-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:42:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EXT. WING OF AN AIRPLANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE and DENNIS are sitting on the wing of an airplane, 30,000 feet up in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pass the mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure thing.  Here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, being homeless ain't so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nahhh not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got fresh air.  We got excitement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We get to travel the world. No prior commitments to busy up our schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No females, so no need to 'bring home the bacon'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No bacon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just me, you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the wing of an airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm going to go to sleep.  All this white noise from the jets are making me drowsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodnight buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS takes a few steps and lies down.  His body slowly starts sliding away, about to fall off the wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woh woh woh!  Dennis!  You're sliding off the wing, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huhh...wuh?  Oh...haha, woops.  Would you mind...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...No.  OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dennis lies back down, and Joe puts both his hands on his legs so he doesn't slide anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, you know, I gotta take a leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dennis gets up, walks a few feet away and starts to pee.  His pee splashes all over the airplane windows.  People inside the airplane roll their eyes in disgust and murmur disparaging remarks about homeless people, airline regulations, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just gonna jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS (zipping up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate this lifestyle.  Always worried about falling off the plane.  Always having to grab each other. Piss flying everywhere.  Birds flying into our faces.  I accidentally ate a goose yesterday.  It flew right into my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, would you rather live on a BOAT?  Or on a TRAIN?  Like a regular hobo?  Maybe you'd prefer to live on top of a bus?  A big yellow school bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I DO want to live on a big yellow school bus.  Just like my old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well fine.  I'll look down on you and wave once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fine.  FINE.  See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joe jumps off the plane.  As he's falling he aims towards a school bus he sees on the  road.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He falls into the school bus with intense velocity and causes the bus to swerve and crash and explode.  Lots of people die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some people just don't have what it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dennis knocks on one of the passenger windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DENNIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY LADY, YOU DONE WITH THAT MAGAZINE?  I GOTTA TAKE A CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE FUCKING END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2126627312429601267?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2126627312429601267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2126627312429601267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2126627312429601267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2126627312429601267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2010/02/plane-folks.html' title='Plane Folks'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2553668852661127219</id><published>2009-09-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:14:25.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mix Of Every Sketch I Wrote in September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;JORDAN comes out on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody!!  In order to deal with personal problems in my life, I embarked on writing 30 comedy sketches in 30 days, in accordance with National Sketchwriting Month.  My good friend Matt Koff was the one who told me about it!  Take a bow, Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT stands up, the audience boos him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we love Matt here.  Well anyway, this is my 30th sketch, and I thought that the other 29 I wrote were GOOD, but not GREAT.  Maybe if I took pieces of them, and worked them into one new SUPER SKETCH, I'd have the funniest comedy sketch ever written!  Let's take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. BARBER SHOP/EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama mia!  My hand is stuck behind this guys head of hair!  I hate when this happens!  Don't you, Eye Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye doctor pulls a salsa jar out of his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, that's good salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye doctor pulls a snapple out of his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;This is snapple-tastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly JOEY walks in with a noose around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Do you guys sell any candy canes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER/EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;NO!  GET OUT OF HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV is on in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Breaking story: Dr. Flab has died.  Again:  Dr. Flab has died in a coal mining accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Ah, stupid coal miners!  Think they're so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;And now with the weather, our lovely weather lady, Donna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;I am just really, really indifferent to the weather.  It may rain, there may be hurricanes.  Go to the beach.  I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Donna!  Stay tuned tonight for a new episode of Ben's Castle, featuring the Bad Jugglers and the Cookie Brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;TV these days, it's all filth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE walks in to the barber shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Man, this mosquito bite is KILLING my balls!  Say, is this the eye doctor-barber shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;That is so weird you guys combined businesses!  That's a sketch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Right.  Can we help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was just on the way to see Petey The Antelope's Picnic Adventure, the director's cut, and I thought I'd stop in and take some of your coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, take the coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Great!  I can't wait to--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahhh...AHHH....AHHHH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CHOOBOO GOOBOO GEEBEE GOO POOPOOO DOODOOO PEEPEE WAWAWA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  Anyway, I can't wait to see this movie!  I heard a guy and a girl walk into a kitchen or something!  Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, these flashy new movies, with people walking into kitchens.  It's all MTV and BOOM BOOM BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true.  It reminds me of this dream I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...well, since I started using my bed tubes my dreams have been very strange!  It's like I know I'm dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Weirdy beardy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in this dream, I'm going down a water slide, and it leads me to this haunted house, and there's this man with a chainsaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE CHAINSAWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;And I do!?  So then, this chainsaw guy chases me, but then I escape and I'm in this magical forest, and I start singing this queer song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Don't sing it, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember it.  Well anyway, NEXT CUSTOMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK sits in the barber chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;HURRY!  MOVE IT!  CUT MY HAIR! MOVE!!  GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Such an angry man, you are!  Maybe I will take this chair and drop it in the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!  I'm just mad cause my girlfriend cheated on me at Laser Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that place, it is a hot spot for such affairs I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Well, just a little off the top please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber shaves Nick bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;What a cranky customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, he's a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;No, he's an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;NO YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;I oughtta punch your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;You would never do that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;You're right, I can't.  It's not my nature.  So what are you doing tonight?  Me and the wife are thinking of ordering in some Dominos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Bah!  Dominos, they should all burn in Hell for their terrible service!  Sure, what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;7:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there!  OH!  Wait!  I can't.  I'm being put to death at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, electric chair.  I didn't pay my last 5 parking tickets, and this judge sentenced me to DEATH BY ELECTRIC CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison guard walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Barber.  It's time to pay the piper!  Hahaha, man, what a great day for me, I love when I get to take a walk around the neighborhood, you know?  Too bad you never will again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan walks out on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;THE END!  Thank you everyone who checked in on my sketches, whether every day or just once in a while.  Hope you had as much fun reading them as I had trying to write them!  Keep checking this blog for more stuff!  I'm not done by a long shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY FOR JORDAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY FOR JORDAN!  HOORAY FOR JORDAN!  HOORAY FOR JORDAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2553668852661127219?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2553668852661127219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2553668852661127219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2553668852661127219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2553668852661127219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/mix-of-every-sketch-i-wrote-in.html' title='A Mix Of Every Sketch I Wrote in September'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2246277294201168122</id><published>2009-09-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:11:01.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order in the Funny Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. COURTROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And so, Mister Gaffy, you walked all the way upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;That's correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And then you went INTO THE BATHROOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;...Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And you brushed your TEETH.  ONE brush TWO brush THREE brush FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And then you put on your PAJAMAS.  What kind of pajamas were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Like a...a flannel thing.  Comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;I think I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;I went into my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't go to bed, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;No.  No?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;You checked your e-mail ONE LAST TIME before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, I always do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And then you shut down your computer, and you climbed into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.  Yes.  It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;And then...you slept!  You slept like a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Yes a very nice sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;No further questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gaffy you may step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Gaffy hesitates for a moment and awkwardly goes to the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all I need to.  Mr. Gaffy I sentence you to death by electric chair.  Good day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.GAFFY&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's fair is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JURY&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2246277294201168122?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2246277294201168122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2246277294201168122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2246277294201168122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2246277294201168122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-in-funny-court.html' title='Order in the Funny Court'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-4529595435941764642</id><published>2009-09-28T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:26:23.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. WATER PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids BRUCE and KENDRA and DAD at water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on the water slide next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sure thing.  Man, kids love these water slides don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENDRA&lt;br /&gt;This water slide looks dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Let's go on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Say there uh, water slide man, is this dangerous at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Well if the man says it's OK, sure thing kids!  Go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce and Kendra go down the water slide.  The slide is let into a glass acquarium with no top.  There are dead children everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Hey uhh...can they get out of that thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Huh?  What?  Oh...no.  You need a special key to open up the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;I, uh, I think my kids are...drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Huh?  Yeah.  Yeah they drown on this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;My wife's going to kill me!  Can you get them out?  What if I make it...interesting for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad slips the guy a $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Look sir, it's park policy to empty out the bodies after closing time.  Please, you're blocking the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 other little kids go down the slide, yelling happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I hate to go against policy.  I'm just going to miss them, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Sir is there something I can help you with or are you done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;OH!  Sorry, didn't mean to intrude on the business.  I'll just make my way back to the parking lot.  What was your name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ok then.  I will...probably see ya next summer.  This really is a fun place to bring the kids.  Maybe I'll bring my niece and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER SLIDE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Alright, NEXT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 children jump down the water slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-4529595435941764642?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4529595435941764642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=4529595435941764642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4529595435941764642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4529595435941764642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-slide.html' title='Water Slide'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-7990799451132726161</id><published>2009-09-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:33:05.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. LASER TAG ARENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of guys is doing Laser Tag.  REX, the guy in charge, starts talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;OK guys!  Since this is your first time here at Laser Tag-a-torium, we're gonna go over a few rules.  Does anyone have a problem with that?  Good.  Now rule number one, no kissing.  There will be NO KISSING on the laser tag floor.  This game is about targeting, stealth, and planning.  Not about kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Rule number 2:  Nobody take your panties off.  All panties have to be LEFT ON.  In fact keep ALL. OF. YOUR. CLOTHES. ON.  We wear these special vests so we can tally up the points at the end of the game.  We're going to KEEP OUR CLOTHES ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Rule number 3.  If you have to have sex with each other, do so AFTER THE GAME.  Maybe in the bathrooms, in your houses, I DON'T CARE.  I don't want to know about it.  But nobody has sex in MY lasertag during MY time.  I know we all want to have sex, but you could hurt your team by being distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 4:  If you HAVE to orgasm somewhere, try to do so in the garbage bins that are located on the SOUTH FAR RIGHT and NORTH FAR LEFT corners of the arena.  This game uses black light and nobody wants to see your ejaculate lighting up the room like fireflys.  THIS IS A NO EJACULATE AREA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM MEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Um, excuse me?  I think we're good to play.  I don't think any of us plan on going against...any of these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;Oh really?  How long have you been running Laser Tag?  0 years?  REALLY.  Look.  I know the game.  I know what happens during the game.  I know that tensions flare up, and passion gets out of control.  I know some people's girlfriends like to fuck their roommates in the back of the Laser Tag arena where you reload your laser gun during a free game on your birthday.  I know all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REX&lt;br /&gt;So listen to the rules and THEN WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GREAT TIME, OKAY?  Rule number 5:  If you must cheat on your boyfriend by the reload station, be prepared to fight.  Don't press charges when you end up in the hospital with three broken noses and a bloody ear.  This is MY ARENA, and if you VIOLATE it, you will PAY the CONSEQUENCES.  Rule number 6:  Have a good time gang!  Alright, everybody ready?  And...GO!  GO!  GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone jumps into action and starts making out with each other and having sex with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-7990799451132726161?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7990799451132726161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=7990799451132726161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/7990799451132726161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/7990799451132726161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/laser-tag.html' title='Laser Tag'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2415590742087632454</id><published>2009-09-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:03:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;So, this is McDonalds, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, isn't it great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is great.  I like the food at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Hey, you know that book you wrote?  It's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt turns and sees a book on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, but I spent 10 years writing that book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;10 years?  You're not even 10 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;What?  Wait...something is strange here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm so full, I think I'm going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Is this...a dream?  I'm in a dream aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;A dream?  You know...I think you're right.  This is a dream.  We never go to McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;So this is a dream...and I KNOW it's a dream.  So I can make anything happen now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;That may be true.  That may be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;OK.  I want to have sex with every girl in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;....Maybe you have to say it louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  LISTEN SUBCONSCIOUS -- I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH EVERY GIRL IN HERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's happening.  Wait...try this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave whispers in Matt's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Hm.  I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH EVERY GUY IN HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all the guys in McDonald's line up in a row and bend over in front of Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Oh...weird.  So this is what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Better get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I want this.  Ok, let me try something simpler.  I WANT TO FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt jumps around.  Nothing happens.  A black man walks into McDonalds and starts screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK MAN&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ALL YOU WHITE MOTHERFUCKERS!  I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of racist.  Are you...racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;If your dream is racist does that make you racist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK MAN&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU WHITE PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Why would I dream this?  I don't think I'm racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're scared of black people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS BLACK MAN TO BE NICE AND NOT SCARY ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black man charges up to Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK MAN&lt;br /&gt;Hi there sir, may I shine your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh wait...I didn't mean to make him like...my servant.  This isn't what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;So you're really racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT ANY BLACK PEOPLE IN MY DREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black guy walks over and bends over like the other men in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;This is so confusing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go, I have a date with Laura Prepon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;From That 70's Show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LEAVE THIS DREAM WORLD RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wakes up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Wow...what a weird dream.  Honey...I just had the weirdest dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorilla wearing a cheerleader outfit comes out of the bathroom, holding an accordion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORILLA&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2415590742087632454?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2415590742087632454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2415590742087632454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2415590742087632454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2415590742087632454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-sketch.html' title='Dream Sketch'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3967751241841467206</id><published>2009-09-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:44:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. CANDY STORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a candy store.  MANAGER and CLERK are talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMN IT!  THESE CANDY CANES HAVEN'T MOVED ALL MONTH!  TONY!  ARE YOU PUSHING THE CANDY CANES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to want to buy the candy canes.  Even after we made the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony takes out a massively giant sign that says "BUY A CANDY CANE MAYBE WHY DON'T YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;BAH!!!  That sign has too many words!  Make it say... "CANDY CANE:  BUY IT, SHMUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Oh so just like the gummy bears sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, SHMUCK!  And while we're at it...Why aren't you doing the candy dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Ughh...Because it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta do the candy dance for every sale!  That's what keeps people coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think doing it at EVERY sale is just too much?  I mean we get a ton of customers here, people are always buying candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;DO THE CANDY DANCE!!!  NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager pulls up a chair and sits in it, ready to be an "audience" for the candy dance.  Tony looks at him a disgruntled beat then starts the candy dance.  It's a wacky routine with a red and white striped hat, a giant candy cane and involves lots of frolicking and jumping and candy prop shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we doooo the candy daaaaaaance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!  YEAH, YOU GOTTA DO THAT EVERY SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Can we at least cut it down?  Maybe cut out 2 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;WHY?  GOT SOMEWHERE ELSE YOU NEED TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I guess not.  I just feel kind of winded doing that 60 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;WELL EAT SOME MORE CANDY!  GET YOUR BLOOD SUGAR UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Hi, do you have donuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;DONUTS?!?  DONUTS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Are donuts candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE NOT!  GET OUT OF HERE!  NO DONUTS HERE!  WHAT DO WE LOOK LIKE A KRISPETIE KREMERY OR SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;My apologies.  I'll just show myself out.  Hey candy canes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;TOO LATE MISSY!  GET OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Aw man, we had a candy cane sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;EHH HER MONEY'S NO GOOD HERE.  Sometimes I swear, I feel like burning this place to the ground, watching it melt while the rats eat up every last inch of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;BUUUT THAT JUST ISN'T GOOD BUSINESS.  Tony...do the candy dance again, cheer an old man up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONY&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just go work at Krispy Kreme.  I bet they don't make their employees do a "donut dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3967751241841467206?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3967751241841467206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3967751241841467206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3967751241841467206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3967751241841467206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/candy-shop.html' title='Candy Shop'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3958710481492872320</id><published>2009-09-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:27:03.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles in the Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. FOREST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES and AMANDA are walking in a forest.  Charles stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Look at that tree!  That's the biggest tree I ever did see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a big tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did see!  Let's go inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Look, there's a squirrel hole!  LET'S GO INSIDE THE TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;That whole is about as big as your fist.  Let's just keep walking, we're almost back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;NO...Something about this forest...it's just so magical.  It's so...well it just makes me want to sing a song!  A magical forest song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;That's great Charles, really.  Let's go.  Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES (singing)&lt;br /&gt;Oh the creatures in the forest / they're all just like us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;They scamper all around / and they burrow into the ground&lt;br /&gt;And the fairies and elves look like ourselves&lt;br /&gt;They live in our hearts, they come out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles scoops up a handful of leaves and dumps them on Amanda's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Taste these leaves or dip them in your tea&lt;br /&gt;Lick the sap off the cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;The forest is a place for youuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaand&lt;br /&gt;meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;That was really, really nice Charles.  Now stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to just stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Just go on without me.  My home is here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;So this is why mom told me never to take you to the forest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;YES...THE EVIL WITCH OF THE HOUSE HAS KEPT ME FROM THE TREES SINCE I WAS THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;Oh not again with the rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;GO AMANDA.  LEAVE ME BE.  Wait...I must give you something before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles digs into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA&lt;br /&gt;This is a...dead sparrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Bring him home.  Take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA (giving up)&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I'll see you later.  Say hi to the...squirrels for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES&lt;br /&gt;Ahh you'll have to try much harder than that to win the favor of the squirrels!  They're definitely a --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA (interrupting)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3958710481492872320?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3958710481492872320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3958710481492872320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3958710481492872320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3958710481492872320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/charles-in-forest.html' title='Charles in the Forest'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-8654787122498329701</id><published>2009-09-25T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:31:58.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna's Indifference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC and DONNA are on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;So this is good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Ah..hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant...good choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I mean, anything's good.  I am not a picky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool.  Very down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm up for anything!  I'll eat anywhere.  Very easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;That's...good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Eat anywhere, with anyone.  I don't care.  It's all the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you can't impress me, because I don't care.  You could be anyone right now...tall, short, fat, ugly, whatever.  I'll date you, why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Well...don't I feel...special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, are you ready to order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'll just have any old bullshit, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;I need another minute to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Donna, I'm getting the sense that you're kind of...what's the word...indifferent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;To what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Well everything I guess, but specifically, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no, not at all.  You're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna drinks from her glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, this glass of water is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Alright, whatever.  Let's just get this god damn date over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTY FIVE MINUTES LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC (checking his watch, confirming it's the end of the date)&lt;br /&gt;And the date ends...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNA&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both run away from the table in opposite directions, throwing their food in the air as they take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-8654787122498329701?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8654787122498329701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=8654787122498329701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/8654787122498329701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/8654787122498329701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/donnas-indifference.html' title='Donna&apos;s Indifference'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2990684157370236334</id><published>2009-09-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:46:25.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD Commentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. Recording studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are recording a DVD commentary track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, so we're gonna go ahead with recording this commentary track.  We try to do these things in one take, so just relax, have fun with it, and try to keep the dialogue consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;And...we're rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this here is the OPENING CREDITS for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;They are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Some graphic design guy did these fucking things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Looks good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Hey there's your name buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;My fucking name, right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Hey guys, I'm going to stop this for a second.  I just want to make sure you guys understand...this is going on the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay...it's just...this is commentary for Petey the Antelope's Picnic Adventure.  You know...little kid movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Well if they are INTERESTED in the PROCESS they must get an HONEST and truthful commentary from the ARTISTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;No no, you can be as honest as you want, it's just...the language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;The cursing.  Please keep this down.  I mean, we can bleep you in post production but I'd rather it not come to that, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sure.  PROCEED.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Alright...we are a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, and so my children, the movie begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Ah we have Rose McGowan here doing the voice of Missy Antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;You know, me and her...we...heh heh...remember that day I wouldn't come out of my trailer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;You fucked her?  You fucked her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enginner gives him a frantic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh, SORRY.  You...had sex with Rose McGowan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  She is a FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Well I should know...I had sex with her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;What!?  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Me and you should have teamed up on her, that would be something to write home about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;OK guys, seriously?  Little kids don't want to hear about this stuff...I don't want to hear about this stuff.  Can we please keep it clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;We weren't cursing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about things of a graphic, sexual nature on Petey the Antelope's Picnic Adventure, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are we supposed to fill up 70 minutes of this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;NOT. MY. PROBLEM.  We're rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Ah, here we go, the big wake up scene.  We have Petey's mommy waking him up to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;I had to practice yawning for several days before we recorded this.  I had a yawn coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it paid off.  Hey, you don't have any coke on you do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;SNORRRRRRRRRRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;SNOOOORRRRRRRRRTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!  You guys can't snort coke on a DVD commentary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT SOME OF THIS SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;How did you guys even get this movie together?  Jesus christ!  Fine, do what you want.  The studio will have to judge the results on their own.  I just press the "record" button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;PETEY YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH YOU BETTER NOT RUIN THAT FUCKING PICNIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTOR (vomits)&lt;br /&gt;BLARGHGHGHGHG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2990684157370236334?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2990684157370236334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2990684157370236334' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2990684157370236334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2990684157370236334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/dvd-commentary.html' title='DVD Commentary'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-530235092595557553</id><published>2009-09-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:48:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. MOSQUITO FARM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer is showing some kids around the mosquito farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are at the old mosquito farm!  Yep, the government tried to shut us down but we're still kickin', breeding hundreds of millions of mosquitoes and letting them loose on our fragile lil' ecosystem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY&lt;br /&gt;AUGH!!!!  My face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like someone's made a friend or two!  Don't worry son, if you leave THEM alone, they'll leave YOU alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy falls down dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Or am I thinkin' of honeybees?  Oh yeah, that's true, mosquitoes will attack a corpse if it got two drops of blood left in 'er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSIE&lt;br /&gt;My arm!  My arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie's arm is covered in 200 mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you just the cutest little pumpkin pie?  What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie falls down dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Allergic to mosquitoes I imagine.  Well let me continue the tour, that school of yours didn't pay me for nothin...So now if you look over at this building, this is our Breeding Castle, sort of like a little motel for mosquitoes to go about their business, packed with pheromones and chemicals to make sure they breed 50 times as much as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kid, PETER runs into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Oh now Peter I wouldn't go running in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distsnt scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand he's dead.  Yeah they will just cover a young man head to toe who runs in there.  Bleed you dry, they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I'm out of kids.  And I didn't even get to show them the giant mosquitoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three giant mosquitoes walk on with tennis rackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARMER&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a good game today, boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSQUITOES&lt;br /&gt;BZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-530235092595557553?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/530235092595557553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=530235092595557553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/530235092595557553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/530235092595557553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/mosquito-farm.html' title='Mosquito Farm'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2939882538152911839</id><published>2009-09-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:47:08.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. STREET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK is driving his car with his wife MARLA.  Nick starts honking horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;God damn it!!  Look at this guy!  GREEN LIGHT MEANS GO ASSHOLE!!  GO!  Some people aren't just driving for fun and are actually trying to GET TO A DESTINATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK.  HONK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;Move your shitty car, stupid!!  Ahaah.  One or two inches ain't gonna do it!  You gotta keep going!  YOU GOTTA KEEP DRIVING YOUR CAR DOWN THE STREET, as good citizens do!  MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR, SHIT-FUCK!  MOVE YOUR FUCKING FUCK OF A CAR!!  Ah, there you go.  There you -- wait.  Don't move backwards.  Don't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car in front of them is moving backwards and hits Nick's car.  The car is now pushing Nick's car backwards as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;Woh!  Hey, where are we going?  What the hell!  Stop pushing me backwards!!  Oh no!  Hey we're passing our house again!  HEY MISTER STOP DOING THIS!  Oh no!  We're heading towards the ocean!  SIR PLEASE STOP PUSHING US TOWARDS THE OCEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cars are on a beach and going towards the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, we're in the water!  MISTER STOP!  Oh god, water is getting in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other car stopped pushing and drives away, but now Nick's car is too far in the water to drive out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting out to sea!  Honey, this is crazy!  Looks like you're going to miss your haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARLA (thick long island accent)&lt;br /&gt;Oh GAWD DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2939882538152911839?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2939882538152911839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2939882538152911839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2939882538152911839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2939882538152911839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicks-road-rage.html' title='Nick&apos;s Road Rage'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3006559855459923670</id><published>2009-09-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:36:35.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN and STEVE are in a park.  STEVE sneezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...ahhh...CHOOBOO GOOBOO GEEBEE GOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Uh...bless you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;So...that's how you sneeze, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Wha?  Yeah, must be allergic to the plants or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Do you sneeze like that all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Well...I sneeze when something irritates my nasal passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;No, I know, but...like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Like wha...Ahhh...AHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;AHHH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CHOOBOO GOOBOO GEEBEE GOO GOOCHY GOOCHY GOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Do you sneeze like that on dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Well like, yeah, I've sneezed on dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;And the girls never call you back, do they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Not a single one.  What sluts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should see a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;About what?  About my...Ahhh...AHHH....AHHHH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CHOOBOO GOOBOO GEEBEE GOO POOPOOO DOODOOO PEEPEE WAWAWA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Doodoo peepee?  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;HUH?  I am completely oblivious to what you are trying to tell me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've noticed.  It's kind of irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm an irritating guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN&lt;br /&gt;I'm deleting your number from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3006559855459923670?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3006559855459923670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3006559855459923670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3006559855459923670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3006559855459923670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/steve-sneezes.html' title='Steve Sneezes'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3174671348696048808</id><published>2009-09-20T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:15:22.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted House Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EXT. AMUSEMENT PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MOM and her two children, SALLY and JIMMY, are in line for a haunted house ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;My goodness these lines take forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on this ride!  I'm scared of ghosts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY&lt;br /&gt;There aren't real ghosts!  It's just people in costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;We've been on this line for 45 minutes, WE ARE GOING ON THIS RIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY&lt;br /&gt;But I heard inside there's a man with a chainsaw!  I don't like chainsaws!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY&lt;br /&gt;A chainsaw!?  Is the man going to cut us up, mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.  Hey we're almost next in line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO I'M SCARED OF DYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;We're all scared of dying, Sally.  Just get on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, get on the ride!!  Don't you want to DIE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALLY&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;It's just a ride, you won't die for a very long time.  Nobody has died on a haunted house ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDE OPERATOR&lt;br /&gt;Actually uh, there have been a few casualties throughout the years on this particular ride.  Decapitations, suffocations, castrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And it's still operational?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDE OPERATOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh this has been checked out up and down for safety violations.  There hasn't been an accident for four months, tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;JUST GET ON THE RIDE SALLY!  AND JIMMY, PROTECT YOUR SISTER FROM THE CHAINSAW MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two children get on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDE OPERATOR&lt;br /&gt;Say uh, ain't you gonna get on the ride with the little tykes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what would be the point of that.  So...working a haunted house ride must be tough on a big, strong man like yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the mom flirts, the operator, flustered, pulls the lever and the ride goes off the tracks and falls off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;AUGGHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3174671348696048808?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3174671348696048808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3174671348696048808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3174671348696048808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3174671348696048808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/haunted-house-ride.html' title='Haunted House Ride'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2564997065283329811</id><published>2009-09-19T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:46:00.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. CASTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN and JERRY are walking into Ben's new castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a castle!  I mean...wow.  A CASTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my own castle!  Wanna see something cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben pulls a lever on the side of the wall.  Crocodiles on strings hang down from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in case someone is giving me trouble, KA-JINK, this lever goes down and the crocodiles bite their head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;So do you have to like, feed them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  Hey, check this out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben takes his pants and underwear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben goes to a hole in the castle wall and starts having sex with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;It's got a fuck hole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;A fuck hole!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man!  These old castles are full of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;You sure that's not just like...a hole?  A regular old hole, like from the granite decaying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;No man!  It's a fuck hole!  Read your Shakespeare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to watch you doing this.  Why don't you show me the library or something?  You said they had a huge crazy library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Oh OK, sure.  The library has some REALLY tight fuck holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;Ugh no, no more fuck holes!  When you told me you moved into a castle I thought there would be all these cool secret passageways and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a way, these fuck holes ARE secret passageways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;Look, I gotta head out.  Meet me outside by the moat when you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN&lt;br /&gt;Just don't drink the water!  You know where all these fuck holes drain into, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY&lt;br /&gt;Blurghghgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2564997065283329811?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2564997065283329811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2564997065283329811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2564997065283329811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2564997065283329811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/bens-castle.html' title='Ben&apos;s Castle'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3077372677616805291</id><published>2009-09-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:38:01.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Theater Patrons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. MOVIE THEATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of friends are seeing a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;I heard this movie was THE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I heard this movie IS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;I never HEARD of this MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Will you kids shut up!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;I heard that old guy behind us SHIT HIMSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I heard that old guy behind us was gay as SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;What old guy behind us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;HEY THE MOVIE IS STARTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts.  You hear an orchestral score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;What's with all these words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't get it, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;Are these real words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;They're the opening credits you retards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;So they're like...names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;Are our names going to come up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT!  That's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;They're names of people who worked on the movie!  Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!  Oh ok, the words are going away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE MOVIE IS STARTING, YOU GUYS!  HEY OLD GUY!  THE MOVIE IS STARTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;What's that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Huh!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;Is that a house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;Who's house is that??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;That's not MY house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;It's not MY house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;It's not --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, it's not any of your houses! It's a movie!  We'll find out who's house it is in 2 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;Hey I think it's that woman's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS (to movie screen)&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, what's your phone number?  Let me get it.  Let me get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;HAHA she's totally ignoring you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Baby.  Let me get it.  Let me get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;It's a movie!  She can't hear you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING COCK BLOCKING ME, OLD GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, is that her husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, she's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris ducks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;What are they talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;It's like they're talking about something...or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP AND JUST WATCH THE MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;Is that a window on the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, you fucking stupid shit, it's not a...oh yeah, that's a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;That's a NICE window.  It's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fucking god, forget this, I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Oh look the old guy is bidding us adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;What old guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Hey look at the movie!!  They're walking into another room in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;HUH!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;I think they're walking to the kitchen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;YEAH THEY'RE WALKING TO THE KITCHEN, MAYBE TO GET FOOD?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;Is this a fucking artsy movie or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit let's leave.  Fucking bullshit art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave the theater.  Outside the OLD GUY is complaining to the box office girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;They were talking and ruining the movie!  I want my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOX OFFICE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Oh is that the movie with the house with the big windows and the guy and the girl walk into a kitchen!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3077372677616805291?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3077372677616805291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3077372677616805291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3077372677616805291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3077372677616805291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-theater-patrons.html' title='Movie Theater Patrons'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2334777769685831402</id><published>2009-09-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:56:43.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey's Noose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY is standing with a noose, about to hang himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;This is it man.  This is your big moment.  Time to hang yourself.  Time to die.  This will show them.  This will show all of them!  They thought I couldn't tie a noose, but I SHOWED THEM.  Look how well I tied it.  Now it's going to help me die.  Yep.  I should name this noose, it's so well knotted.  I should give it a PRETTY NAME.  How about Lyla?  Lyla the Noose.  Me and Lyla, together forever.  Looks like I'm not dying alone after all.  Looks like things are starting to look pretty awesome for Joey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey slips the noose around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Yep. There it is.  Nice and tight.  Won't snap with my weight.  That's a strong knot.  I almost wish I wasn't killing myself so that I could savor the appreciation for my rope tying skills.  I wish I could hang in there a bit longer...HAHA.  "HANG" in there, that's a joke!  I can't HANG in there cause I'll be HANGING and dead.  I'll be a hanging, dead, corpse.  Not even a person anymore, just a...thing.  A disgusting thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey steps off his bed and starts to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Theeere we go.  Bim bam boom.  That's how you do it.  Bada bing, bada boom.  Wam bam thank you ma'am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey closes his eyes and stops talking.  The rope snaps.  He falls to the floor.  He gets up and holds the rope in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;And that, class, is why a good knot is so important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class of kids is revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Now hand in your ropes, and i'll see you Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class of kids hands in their nooses that they made themselves.  They all leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, good kids.  Good kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey sits there smiling, perfectly at ease.  Joey opens his drawer, takes out a gun and shoots himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2334777769685831402?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2334777769685831402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2334777769685831402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2334777769685831402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2334777769685831402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/joeys-noose.html' title='Joey&apos;s Noose'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-5195884430248114470</id><published>2009-09-15T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:10:55.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domino's Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note:  This sketch is based on something that just happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demon is torturing a Domino's employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAHA.  See what happens when you put sausage pieces in a customer's pasta bread bowl!!  SEE WHAT HAPPENS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMINO'S EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!  I DIDN'T MEAN TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure!  Maybe the first time!  But twice in a row?  TWICE IN A ROW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR!  I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;So first Jordan tries to order online, BUT THE WEBSITE DOESN'T WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon tortures more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T RUN THE WEBSITE!  THAT'S NOT MY FAULT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;So first he tries to order on Firefox, then it doesn't work!  THEN HE TRIES SAFARI, AND STILL TO NO AVAIL!  SO HE HAS TO CALL UP, AND HIS HOUSE HAS REALLY BAD CELL PHONE RECEPTION!!  HE HAS TO CALL AND ASK FOR ALL THESE DISGUSTING FOOD ITEMS BY NAME!  SHAME AND FEAR IN EVERY WORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;QUIET!  AND THEN HE ORDERS A BREAD BOWL BECAUSE HE'S CURIOUS!  AND THEN THE BREAD BOWL PASTA SHOWS UP...AND WHAT HAPPENS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S SAUSAGE IN IT!  DON'T YOU KNOW JORDAN IS A VEGETARIAN!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;SO HE ACCIDENTALLY EATS A PIECE OF SAUSAGE!  AND THEN HE HAS TO PICK THEM OUT OF HIS FOOD...AND BELIEVE ME...THEY WERE EVERYWHERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE!!!!!  So then he calls Domino's again, STILL WITH THE BAD RECEPTION.  AND YOU...APOLOGIZE TO HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SORRY!  I STILL AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;And you PROMISED the problem would be corrected!  SO WHAT DID YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;I...I sent him another pasta bread bowl!  To make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT YOU DID, YOUNG MAN.  THAT YOU DID. But what happened?  IT STILL HAD SAUSAGE PIECES IN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.E.&lt;br /&gt;OK!  I admit it!  I DID IT!  I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON!  PLEASE PUNISH ME!  TORTURE ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMON&lt;br /&gt;IT SHALL BE DONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon tortures the Domino's employee for all eternity, with a lot of pain and horror and it's really horrible and awful and will never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-5195884430248114470?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5195884430248114470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=5195884430248114470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5195884430248114470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5195884430248114470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/dominos-hell.html' title='Domino&apos;s Hell'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-4393716965137282952</id><published>2009-09-15T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:05:46.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF is at the eye doctor.  The doctor's name is DR. FRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand open your eyes.  And close your eyes.  And open them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;So how are my eyes looking, doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Very nice, very pretty.  You know they change color every time you close and open them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Really?  Is that a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;No, no, not at all.  It's just crazy weird!  Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor examines Jeff's eye closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Oh my.  Oh my no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Ohh no.  Oh no.  Would you look at that...Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Eye.  Just the one eye here is what I'm reacting to.  Oh god, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my eye?  What's wrong with my eye??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll have to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;What?!  What's wrong with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey, have you ever heard of oxytossiloctopus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Of course you wouldn't.  You aren't a genius doctor like I am.  Oxytossiloctopus is rare form of disintegration that's caused by a parasite commonly found in most urinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Disintegration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;And now I must take your eye out.  Don't worry, we can anesthetize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;You have to take my eye out!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;You ask a lot of questions!  Yes.  That pee parasite has really got it's claws in you.  I'm surprised you can't see it, I mean, it IS right on your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;So THAT'S why I've been having those nightmares about the giant parasites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Let me just get my instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fred walks out of the office and comes back with a guitar and harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Get it!?!?  INSTRUMENTS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;"Let me just get my instruments" I said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doctor, but EYE just don't see your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both look at each other for a beat, then start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;"Eye don't see!"  That's good!  That's very, very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;Catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Fred throws a spoon at Jeff's eye. It scoops his eye out, it rolls on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FRED&lt;br /&gt;You're cured.  Get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;OW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-4393716965137282952?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4393716965137282952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=4393716965137282952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4393716965137282952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4393716965137282952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/eye-doctor.html' title='Eye Doctor'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-4641830334345758117</id><published>2009-09-14T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:49:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;INT. SLEEPY'S MATTRESS STORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;And so you see, the Bed 5000 is the ultimate future in sleep and bed related activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;I see, I see.  Do you mind if I give it a whirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Sure thing!  Would you like a glass of warm milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman gives customer milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;How about a teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;How about two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman takes two teddy bears out of a file cabinet and gives to customer.  The customer takes off his shirt and pants and gets into the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN (pretending to be mommy)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Can you read me a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Sure baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman takes out a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were three bears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;What?  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE THE BEARS!!  THEY'RE SCARY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Nooo, these are nice bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMERS&lt;br /&gt;THE BEARS WANT TO EAT ME!!  WAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;So sir, how did you find our Bed 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, very nice, very nice.  Comfortable...good support for my back but not too firm.  The blanket was a bit heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Well that can all be customized to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I thought of the tube though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;The tube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the tube that was going into my...well, my...ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;Well without the tube the Bed 5000 wouldn't be the Bed 5000.  It would be...well...just your run of the mill bed!  I mean, it's 2009, sir.  You don't still use VHS do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  You have a point.  I'll take it.  And can I get a 2nd tube installed for my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALESMAN&lt;br /&gt;We can throw in 2 tubes for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;br /&gt;She is going to love this!  Happy anniversary to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to &lt;a href="http://sketchtember.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt Koff&lt;/a&gt; for the title and for participating in the "Write a sketch in 5 minutes" challenge with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-4641830334345758117?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4641830334345758117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=4641830334345758117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4641830334345758117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4641830334345758117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep-is-fun.html' title='Sleep Is Fun'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-2209640711929800525</id><published>2009-09-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:28:12.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. DINER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN and DAVE are sitting in a diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;This 30 comedy sketches in 30 days thing is fun, but it can be hard to think of ideas!  I've written 10 or so sketches already and I feel kind of dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Nahhhhhhhhhhh, everything could be a sketch idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;OK, see this ketchup bottle?  That's a sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Like a ketchup bottle can be really angry, ANGRY KETCHUP BOTTLE, that's a sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WAITER comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;Hello, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll have a baked potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;We're out of baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE (whispering to Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a skeeetch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE (continuing)&lt;br /&gt;OK then I'll just have a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;One sandwich.  And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have a plate of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;Good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;I can never decide what to get here.  The menu is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;HA!  THAT'S A SKETCH.  Huge menus, BOOM BOOM, attacking the city!  LOOK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Sure.  So how are things at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, my boss has been giving me the evil eye since I...WAIT.  THAT'S A SKETCH.  An evil eye!!  ATTACKING THE CITY!!  LOOK OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Ugh this water is warm.  What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A SKETCH.  "Warm Water." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;I already wrote a sketch called "Warm Water."  It's pretty funny, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A SKETCH.  I keep recommending sketches and you wrote them already!!  WAIT...Look out the window, see that old woman picking up after her dog?  THAT'S A SKETCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...yeah...I could see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah see how she has to bend over to pick up the dog shit, and she's old and probably has a bad back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;That's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;And it's like, this is what her long life has come to.  And it's really cold outside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write that up when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter arrives with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;There you are...one for you...and plate of whatever for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter gave Dave and Jordan the wrong foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh, excuse me that's my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;And that's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITER&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter attempts to correct the mistake but he drops the plates.  Then he slips and falls and tumbles around, eventually landing on top of the table and with food all over him.  Everyone in the diner laughs hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE (serious)&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;How awful.  Maybe we should call an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A SKETCH!  Ambulance man, driving around, maybe he's a bad driver! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;"Ambulance Man"...That could be a recurring character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-2209640711929800525?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2209640711929800525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=2209640711929800525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2209640711929800525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/2209640711929800525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-sketch.html' title='That&apos;s A Sketch'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-5363637774398984856</id><published>2009-09-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:22:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two friends, MATT and DAVE, storm in, in the midst of an intense argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I oughtta PUNCH YOU in the fucking FACE, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Oh well why don't you fucking DO IT then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I WANT to fucking do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Well my face is RIGHT HERE, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wants to, but hesitates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;HA SEE, you're not a violent guy, you can't do it!  YOU'RE A FUCKING TEDDY BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Ergghh.  You know what I'm gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to draw a picture of your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt takes out a paper and crayon.  He draws a dumb looking cartoon of Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;...And put it up on this wall here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt puts the drawing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to PUNCH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, right, you wouldn't even do THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;NO.  I'm gonna do it!  I'm gonna do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt lunges at the picture but stops before he punches it.  The silly picture he drew is staring back at him.  He happened to draw a cartoon Dave looking very happy and friendly, like a smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;HA.  You can't even punch a cartoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I CAN.  ARGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt lunges at the picture again but can't punch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Here.  I am going to PAY YOU money to punch that picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;FINE.  GIVE ME MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave hands him some money.  Matt lunges at the picture but instead of punching it he leans in and gives it a little kiss on the cheek.  There is a long emotional silence.  They both stand there awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;I...Look...why don't you take that picture down and we can go get some ice cream or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT (out of breath)&lt;br /&gt;OK...That's a good idea.  Let's get ice cream.  It's funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me neither.  I'm sure it was my fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;No no, it was probably me being all silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;You go save us a seat at the ice cream place, I'll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Sure thing, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walks off.  Dave takes out a drawing he made (at some point) of Matt.  He kisses it and addresses the audience.  He puts a on a clip-on necktie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Some things are worth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fighting for&lt;/span&gt;...but friends aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth fighting&lt;/span&gt;.  Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-5363637774398984856?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5363637774398984856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=5363637774398984856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5363637774398984856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5363637774398984856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-fight.html' title='Friend Fight'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-3736028369251781969</id><published>2009-09-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:39:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Jugglers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. STAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two JUGGLERS come out on stage.  They can't juggle at all.  They have bowling pins and are constantly throwing them into the air as they drop to the floor, having to pick them up, tossing them at each other, picking them up, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are half a dozen or so little kids sitting and watching.  Despite how bad the jugglers are, they are enthusiastically cheering and applauding everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN stands up from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;STOP THE ACT!  I'm all of these children's mother.  You call yourself jugglers?  You call this a performance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jugglers shrug at each other.  One of the jugglers tries to keep juggling (still badly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;STOP!  You two don't know what juggling is!  I juggle every day.  I juggle these 6 children.  A career.  A marriage.  My relatives, my friends. My health.  My life.  It's all one big juggle!  NOW HAND ME THOSE BOWLING PINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jugglers hand her some bowling pins.  A spotlight on the woman and a drum roll.  The woman attempts to juggle and FAILS.  She falls down to the ground.  Lights come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.  It's all been a lie.  It's all a lie.  Children...you're all adpoted.  Go find your real parents.  They lives at these addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes out tabs of paper and hands them to each kid.  They look at the paper and all get up and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN (to the jugglers.)&lt;br /&gt;And you two...you ARE my real children! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two jugglers are shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Come here boys.  GIVE YOUR MOTHER A HUG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all hug.  Spotlight on them.  Fade out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-3736028369251781969?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3736028369251781969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=3736028369251781969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3736028369251781969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/3736028369251781969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-jugglers.html' title='Bad Jugglers'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-6887515202535777259</id><published>2009-09-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:34:42.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coal Mine Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. COAL MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers in a coal mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;NICE DAY IN THE COAL MINE, EH FELLAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is a very nice day, I am happy here in this coal mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Fellow men, let's stop talking because there is IMPORTANT WORK TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;YES I AGREE, BACK TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Yes let us all go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three coal miners all take their helmets off, put on glasses and take out feather pens.  They walk over to three little desks and begin writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE WRITTEN A WONDERFUL LIMERICK, GENTLEMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your limerick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.  "I HATE THIS COAL MINE, BOY YES I DO, THIS COAL MINE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE DYING AND KILLING YOU TOO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Very good, Stan.  BACK TO WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three all write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Now I have written a new limerick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;JUST AS YOU HEARD MINE, I ANTICIPATE EAGERLY YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let's have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys.  Ahem.  "This coal mine makes me sad, because I can never see my family, and I could die at any time, and my fellow coal miners don't understand me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, THAT IS A HILARIOUS ONE, BOB MY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely the "class clown", Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three all write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;AhhhHA!  I have written the best limerick of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;IT WOULD BE MY HONOR TO BE IN THE SAME COAL MINE AS YOU READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  "There were three men in a coal mine, they always came to work on time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Stan nod at each other (i.e. he's right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;...They wrote limericks all day, then they all passed away, because that's what happens in coal mines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all sit there, silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;That was a very good limerick but also very upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;YES I...I...I THINK I'D LIKE TO LEAVE THIS COAL MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all, thank you Bob, for complimenting me on my limerick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron makes disapproving eyes at Stan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;And Stan...you're fired.  GET OUT OF THIS COAL MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;NO...NO!!  PLEASE!!  THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!  PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh OK.  You convinced me.  You're promoted!  You can begin moving in all of your belongings into this coal mine, as you will be our 24 hour a day supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Hey fellow coworkers, I am going to go use the "bathroom." (he does quote marks with his hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAN&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TAKE TOO LONG, BOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha!  There's our new supervisor, already with the iron fist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;....Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob walks off.  He addresses the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone.  I'm Bob, from the Coal Mine Sketch.  Coal mining is no joke.  So for those of you who managed to laugh at this comedy sketch, please don't.  And for the rest of you -- very perceptive.  You should all be commended for your noble refusal to laugh or take any enjoyment out of this amusing scenario whatsoever.  There are Hershey's Kisses for you in a bowl on the way out.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-6887515202535777259?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6887515202535777259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=6887515202535777259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/6887515202535777259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/6887515202535777259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/coal-mine-sketch.html' title='Coal Mine Sketch'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-4910942859969464922</id><published>2009-09-08T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:10:48.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Jar</title><content type='html'>EXT. OUTSIDE A HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN throws a salsa jar at A MAN.  They are clearly having a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;And you can take your stupid salsa jar back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salsa jar hits the man in the chest.  He looks down at it.  Then picks it up off the ground, and dusts it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches into his front shirt pocket and pulls out some big tortilla chips.  He dips them into the salsa jar and eats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, too good.  TOO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits on the front lawn with his chips and salsa.  He pulls a Coke out of his pants and drinks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;I've got everything I need right here.  YOU HEAR ME MARGO?  I'VE GOT EVERYTHING I NEED RIGHT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man puts a hat on.  Then he takes the hat off and he has a plate of mashed potatoes under it.  Then he reaches into his shirt collar and pulls out a salt shaker and salts the potatoes.  He eats them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN&lt;br /&gt;Too good.  Well, time for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man takes his shoes off and sprinkles Hershey's Kisses from them into his mouth (not bothering to unwrap them.)  Then he takes his sock off and holds it over his mouth and milk pours out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gets up and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT TO:  Inside the house, the woman (Margo) is sitting on the couch, crying, tissues all around her, etc.  She has a cat on her lap.  She holds the cat up to her face and reaches into it's mouth, and pulls out a chicken leg.  She eats it, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-4910942859969464922?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4910942859969464922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=4910942859969464922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4910942859969464922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4910942859969464922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/salsa-jar.html' title='Salsa Jar'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-1163412435412925566</id><published>2009-09-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:54:58.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Sketch</title><content type='html'>INT. JAIL CELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prison guard is strolling back and forth and whistling in front of a jail cell, which occupies two criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Nice day today, guys?  Outside, I mean.  Inside here it's awful.  Humid and depressing and gray and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminals don't look up, they are just sitting there staring at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did on the weekend?  (waits for answer.)&lt;br /&gt;I had a picnic with my beautiful wife and baby girl.  She's getting really good at talking now.  She said "i love you" the other day.  I tell you, you don't know how beautiful life can be until your own little girl tells you she loves you for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminals don't react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my wife went home and made love all night.  All night.  You know she used to be a model?  She quit modeling to get a degree in medicine.  I think she's saved dozens of lives by now.  Well anyway, we had sex all night and then again this morning.  Sometimes I'll wake up 2 hours early just to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another prison guard enters the scene, along with a PRIEST, and opens the cell.  They are both very somber and silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey!  It's the big day! Nice knowin' ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard #2 and the priest escort one of the criminals out of the scene, as the priest reads from his bible.  They all walk off.  The lights flicker on and off (CAUSE HE GOT PUT IN ELECTRIC CHAIR DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a way to go!  You almost have to envy him though.  No more wasting away in this hell hole like the rest of you pathetic pieces of shit.  Man, fried in the electric chair.  It almost makes me laugh!  OK, it DOES make me laugh!  Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prison guard rolls on the floor laughing.  The other remaining criminal still sits in the cell, staring down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;...hahaha.  And some people hate Mondays!  Hey let me ask you something.  When do you get out of here?  When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminal ignores his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRISON GUARD&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see, I've actually got your file right here.  Ahh, Jim Kadinsky.  In here for 50 to 75 years.  Wow!  Imagine what the world will be like in 50 years when you get out?  You're like a living time capsule!  Your parents will probably be dead.  Your relatives.  Your friends will all be old and probably won't even remember who you are.  You are stuck in here while the world goes on without you, probably better for your absence.  In fact, isn't it visiting hours right now?  And you're in here alone?  No one coming to visit you, Jim?  No one at all?  Nobody, no one, nobody nobody nobody??  (starts screaming) NOBODY AT ALL, JUST COMPLETELY SOLITARY EXISTENCE IN THIS JAIL CELL, WITH RATS EATING YOUR TOES AT NIGHT AND NOBODY VISITS YOU AND YOU MAY AS WELL BE A FUCKING ROTTING CORPSE BECAUSE WHERE I'M STANDING THERE AIN'T NO DIFFERENCE BECAUSE NOBODY ON THIS ENTIRE PLANET EVEN WANTS TO SPEND 15 MINUTES WITH YOU, NO ONE, NO ONE, NO ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminal looks up at him.  He stands up and opens his jail cell.  He approaches the guard slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criminal and the prison guard both turn to the audience and bow.  Applause.  Flowers are thrown at them.  Sketch over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-1163412435412925566?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1163412435412925566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=1163412435412925566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/1163412435412925566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/1163412435412925566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/prison-sketch.html' title='Prison Sketch'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-7092780098639174263</id><published>2009-09-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:29:35.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flab Fall Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. ABANDONED MENTAL HOSPITAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN, JOHN, and a SCIENTIST, DR. FLAB, are exploring the ruins of an abandoned mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Me oh my, this abandoned mental hospital is some creepy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about that, Karen!  Maybe we should ask the scientist, Dr. Flab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Based on all scientific research and by the powers invested in me, I do confirm that this abandoned mental hospital is indeed the creepiest of shits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Karen!  Maybe you should be a scientist too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I would LOVE THAT, it's too bad I'm so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio walk over to some writings on a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Good heavens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;What is it, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;These inscriptions...they are a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN (hysterical, falling to the floor, tearing her hair out)&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD.  OH GOD.  AUGHGHGH.  AUGHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;A warning of what?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;It states...'All ye who enter ye into ye abandoned hospital of mental malcontents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT IN ENGLISH, DOC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;'...will forever be hunted'...no....haunted?  It says haunted or hunted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;Well those two are almost the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer 'hunted.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh I prefer 'haunted.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it says 'hounded.'  HOUNDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN/KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB (continuing)&lt;br /&gt;'...will forever be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hounded&lt;/span&gt; by...the ghost of Dr. Flab...'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;But...but...you're not a ghost, are ya, doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;I....I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BOOMING VOICE SAYS "NOT YET!!! HAHAHAHAHAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;My God!  Who said that?  Show yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An average looking guy emerges from the darkness.  His voice is completely different from THE BOOMING VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY&lt;br /&gt;I said that.  Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOMING VOICE (OS) SAYS "NO YOU DIDN'T!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER guy steps in and throws "average looking guy" out of the picture.  This is now the actual BOOMING VOICE GUY, whose name is Duncan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.  MY NAME IS DUNCAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;AUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Duncan?  What's all this nonsense about?  Who are you?  Am I a ghost?  What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost of Dr.Flab was a long told legend here at the old nut house.  One mental patient started repeating the phrase over and over...'the ghost of dr.flab, the ghost of dr.flab'....then another one...then another.  It drove everybody mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;I thought everyone was already mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;It's like...you think you're mad, but then you're like EVEN MORE MAD.  There are LEVELS is what I'm saying.  Shut up.  And now it seems like the real Dr. Flab has finally made his way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;But this doesn't make sense!  I'm not a ghost!  I just ate some sandwiches, ghosts can't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;(imitating his voice) "Ghosts can't do that!!"  What would you know about GHOSTS, scientist?  There are things in this world far beyond your rational explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON BEFORE I SHIT MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Yes...Duncan, please.  What do these inscriptions mean?  I'm not a ghost and I don't intend to hunt-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;Haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;HOUND.  I don't intend to hound anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;There are those who say that if you reach a certain level of madness, you can foresee the future.  For example, I say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASPS all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;This mental hospital wasn't JUST a mental hospital.  It housed a special kind of warped brain...damaged psychics, disturbed fortune tellers, broken mind readers.  And now I am going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Woh...I...what??  You were in the middle of your story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;YAWN.  How can you ever be a ghost and hound this mental hospital forever unless someone takes action!!  BANG BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan "shoots" flab with his fingers.  Flab fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;You killed him!  Somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;But I loved him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN&lt;br /&gt;NOW HIS GHOST WILL HOUND YOU FOREVER!! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan disappears into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;This place is so stupid!!  I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;It's OK Karen.  It's OK.  Dr. Flab was our friend, he wouldn't hound us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Flab's ghost rises from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;AUGHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my thing now I guess.  I'm gonna be at this abandoned mental hospital forever.  That's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Oh, doctor.  It doesn't have to be!  You could put a vase right over there, some flowers...I have my paintings you can put up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;Karen you're a terrible artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;It's true, Karen.  Nobody wants your paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;FINE.  FORGET IT.  TRYING TO HELP.  FORGET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB&lt;br /&gt;You two better get out of here.  You'll come back and visit though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhhhh....I'd like to, but I think I'm allergic...I've been feeling kind of sniffly this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't want to visit you.  This place is horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.FLAB (faking)&lt;br /&gt;HEY LOOK, another ancient inscription!!  'John and Karen are bad friends!'  WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;How did they know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-7092780098639174263?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7092780098639174263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=7092780098639174263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/7092780098639174263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/7092780098639174263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/flab-fall-down.html' title='Flab Fall Down'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-517990583159950331</id><published>2009-09-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:40:27.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapple</title><content type='html'>INT.  SNAPPLE FACTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers on a Snapple assembly line are bantering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Man I really fucking hate Snapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it, man.  I hate Snapple with the passion of ten thousand red suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Twenty thousand.  Sometimes...I have little fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies.  Like...what would happen if something went terribly, terribly wrong here in the old Snapple factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;But...our job is to keep things running smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out.  I'm saying, what if we don't do our job right...and something get's gunked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;With the Snapple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.  Like...let's say I'm bottling this here Diet Peach Iced Tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;I hate that flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting.  So I'm bottling this here Diet Peach Iced Tea, and WOOPSIE, I slip and my dick goes in the bottle, then, in a blind panic, I piss inside the bottle, then I bottle up the bottle, THEN SEND IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;But...if that happened, and somebody drank it, Snapple could get sued!  The whole Snapple empire could crumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;All from my hot, wet, piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;I just had a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to me, Roberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;So I am here, I am bottling the Snapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO (slowly, with tension)&lt;br /&gt;And the Snapple comes down the conveyor belt.  And I pick the Snapple up.  And before I put the cap on the bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICKS, the Manager, barges in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICKS&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL WELL, HELLO THERE MY FINE SNEMPLOYEES.  SNOW ARE YOU ALL SNOING TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO/JOE&lt;br /&gt;Snerrific Mr. Fredericks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICKS&lt;br /&gt;SNEXCELLENT, SNEXCELLENT.  Oh, I have a SNANNOUNCEMENT to make.  You are all going to be paid A LOT LESS MONEY from now on!  Snah snah snah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto and Joe sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICKS&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is because...Well, Snapple is making SO MUCH MONEY that there is just simply too much to go around, too much wealth for everybody, so the board members and the big fat men upstairs decided that upper management like myself SHOULD SIMPLY TAKE THE BRUNT OF THE INCOME.  TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM, you could say.  So all of your hard earned money will go to me!!!  WHAT SAY WE SNELEBRATE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fredericks throws some Koosh balls at Roberto and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO/JOE (waving arms in the air)&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDERICKS&lt;br /&gt;NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I am off to go SNAPPLE PICKING at the family ranch.  Keep working hard!  Sno long, sno long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;God, what a snasshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;I hate this job.  I hate my life.  My baby can't survive on Snapple!  What do I do?  It's hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk like that, man.  Things could get better.  Why don't you finish telling me your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTO&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I was just going to jerk off into the kiwi-strawberry mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hold hands and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-517990583159950331?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/517990583159950331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=517990583159950331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/517990583159950331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/517990583159950331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/snapple.html' title='Snapple'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-8439056182989226875</id><published>2009-09-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:34:09.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Eat The Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MATT and DAVE come out on stage.  They are carrying big sacks with them.  They began to sing each line in a "na na na na na-na" taunting melody and bad German accents.  They are also kind of zombie like and slow paced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone eat ze cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk around slowly, then towards the audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone eat ze cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take cookies out of their sacks and pass them around the audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone eat ze cooookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both go to opposite ends of the room and lean their head on the wall, with their faces smushed into the wall, depressed, waiting for the audience to eat cookies.  This goes on for 10 seconds or so.  They stop and then they take out cartons of milk and paper cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone drink your milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pour milk in a cup and hand it to one or two audience members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone drink your milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do the head on the wall thing again.  They take out toothbrushes and pass them to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brush your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pace around, waiting, since probably the audience won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE (sounding more annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brush your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the wall for a while.  They take out pillows and lie down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE (falling asleep, sounding more tired)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go to sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::BLACK OUT::  Matt and Dave run off stage.  Sketch over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience (um, hopefully) applauds, thinking the sketch is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTS UP.  Matt and Dave return, slower and weirder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT/DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Everyone brush your teeth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They again hand out (new) toothbrushes.  At this point the audience should be getting tired of the sketch.  So it will end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-8439056182989226875?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8439056182989226875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=8439056182989226875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/8439056182989226875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/8439056182989226875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-eat-cookies.html' title='Everyone Eat The Cookies'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-4825089769598349393</id><published>2009-09-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:25:09.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Stuck on the Subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INT. SUBWAY CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends, JEFF and ADAM are talking in a subway car.  Jeff is holding onto the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;I just think listening to music is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;That would make like, EVERYBODY gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everybody except ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors open.  A GUY steps into the train and immediately leans on the pole, as well as Jeff's hand.  The two talk as the guy remains oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  Ugh.  I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Eh, just move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;It's the principle of the thing...I was here first and now this asshole leans on my hand?  Why should I move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;So do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Well I...I don't want to like, say anything.  It's the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, music is important to a lot of people, I don't know how you could say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Ok forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff tries to remove his hand from behind the guy's back BUT HE'S STUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out.  I can't get my hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Ha, come on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff struggles, very animated, straining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;What are you giving him a back rub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt; back rubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy burps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF (still struggling)&lt;br /&gt;LET ME HAVE MY HAND BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;This is our stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GET MY HAND OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff puts his foot up against the pole to try to yank his whole body away from the pole.  It doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Sir?  Excuse me, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man burps.  Doesn't notice Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting off here, man.  I'll meet you at the bar later.  Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;WAIT DON'T LEAVE!!  YOU'RE MY FRIEND!  FRIENDS DON'T LEAVE!  FRIENDS HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff pounds on the guys back with his other hand, does whatever he can to get his hand out.  Finally he gives up and sits on the floor, with his arm still up behind the guy.  The guy stops leaning and walks towards the other side of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff shakes the tension from his hand out, relieved.  The guy, now on the other side of the train, turns to look at Jeff. There is a long pause, as Jeff looks confused and worried.   He runs toward Jeff, getting faster and faster, screaming like a wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY&lt;br /&gt;AaaaaaaaaAAAAAUUUUURGHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tackles Jeff to the ground.  Possibly killing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-4825089769598349393?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4825089769598349393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=4825089769598349393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4825089769598349393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/4825089769598349393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/hand-stuck-on-subway.html' title='Hand Stuck on the Subway'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-5430438130313974141</id><published>2009-09-02T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:27:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber Shop Duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;INT. BARBER SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO, an older barber, is cutting the hair of TOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO&lt;br /&gt;Tom Tom Tom, look at all your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am.  I see it right there in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is why we had the mirrors installed.  My horrible wife, she tells me 'YOU BETTER PUT MIRRORS IN THE SHOP', for years and years, and you know what?  The woman was right.  So NOW...All mirrors.  All over.  Like a...fucking fun house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;It's great, Murrio.  Great.  So what's on the menu for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO&lt;br /&gt;For you?  For today?  For right now?  I am thinking all your hair --- ZZFFT -- Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;You want to shave me bald?  Well, you're the expert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murrio shaves Tom's head bald in about 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;That's great, Murrio.  Great.  How much do I owe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO&lt;br /&gt;You?  Owe?  You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO (solemnly)&lt;br /&gt;25 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom pays Murrio 25 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO&lt;br /&gt;American dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;Those are American dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO (stuttering, shocked)&lt;br /&gt;American dollars are not green with...with...faces of these older presidential people on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO (throwing his money to the ground)&lt;br /&gt;BAH!  YOU INSULT ME, THOMAS.  GET OUT.  Geeeeet OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM&lt;br /&gt;Well then I want my hair back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO (pulls wig out of his pocket, throws it at Tom)&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT BACK!!  You will never make my Wall-Of-Hair!! NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM (awkwardly putting hair on head)&lt;br /&gt;See you next week, Murrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MURRIO (sing songy)&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-5430438130313974141?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5430438130313974141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=5430438130313974141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5430438130313974141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5430438130313974141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/barber-shop-duet.html' title='Barber Shop Duet'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32588205.post-5950084918343296006</id><published>2009-09-02T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:41:18.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKETCH WRITING MONTH</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone (anyone?)  I am going to be attempting to write 30 comedy sketches for the month of September, inspired by my friend Matt Koff, and several others who are doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written a comedy sketch in years.  Let's hope this isn't a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32588205-5950084918343296006?l=jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5950084918343296006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32588205&amp;postID=5950084918343296006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5950084918343296006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32588205/posts/default/5950084918343296006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordancooperblablabla.blogspot.com/2009/09/sketch-writing-month.html' title='SKETCH WRITING MONTH'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858465228077926840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
