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VMAss

I watched the MTV VMAs last night, and found the whole affair pretty disappointing. However, I will say this:

Shakira’s got more shake in her caboose than a freight train full of jello that’s going over a section of fairly uneven track!

She’s got more fresh meat in her trunk than a roadkill connoisseur driving a make and model of car that is well-known for having substantial trunk space!

She’s responsible for erecting more cocks than a man doing an offensive, stereotypical Chinese accent who keeps voting for a rooster for mayor.

She’s got juicier haunches than a lemonade pony!

She’s got more impressive mounds of thundering caramel goodness than Gooberius, the ancient Sumerian god of sweets!

She’s got a better ass than J. Lo!

And so forth.

neigh

I bet real-life mobsters don’t actually like to watch The Sopranos, because they get enough of that stuff in their everyday lives. Just like people who work in airports never liked the show Wings. I guess by that logic everyone in the whole world works in airports.

Or just like promiscuous horses wearing wigs don’t like to watch Sex And The City.

What? Oh yeah, Sarrah Jessica Parker is a real piece of work. Dr. Moreau should be proud.

WHAT? All I’m saying is, Sarah Jessica Parker looks like she’s the end product of a series of horrible, demented surgical experiments performed on a horse! By a mad scientist! On a secret island! WHAT?!?! You’re looking at me like I’m the bad guy here. Please.

Anus Diatribes

I haven’t seen The Vagina Monologues yet, but last night I checked out that hot new Broadway show, The Anus Diatribes. Two and a half hours of angry, angry ass stories. It was pretty good, but I wish I had brought a slicker. There are definitely some De La Guarda elements to the show.

Paella

HAY MUCHAS COSAS INTERESANTES EN UNA PAELLA, aka “The Spanish Guy Sketch”

(this version performed on Dec 8th 2001 as well)

Juan sits at his desk. He has a very self-satisfied look about him. There is a phone on his desk.

The phone rings. Juan answers it.

JUAN

Hola? Lo siento, pero no hablo ingles. Si, bien. Adios!

Jim approaches. He is an intense guy. He is carrying a document.

JIM

Hi, how’s it going? (they shake hands) My name’s Jim. You’re new here, right?

JUAN

Si, me llamo Juan.

JIM

Oh, do you speak English?

JUAN

No hablo ingles. Solamente hablo espanol.

JIM

So you don’t understand what I’m saying?

JUAN

Es correcto, no entiendo nada de lo que me dices.

JIM

Well…I guess I’ll get someone else to help me with this then (referring to document he’s carrying).

JUAN

Si, eso sera mejor.

There is an awkward pause here. Jim feels something is not quite right, but he can’t put his finger on it. He shrugs it off and thinks about it no more.

JIM

Bye.

JUAN

Adios!

Jim leaves.

Terry comes over. She looks stressed and overworked. She has been suspicious of Juan for a couple of days now.

TERRY

Good morning, Juan. Nice weather we’re having today, huh?

JUAN

Si, hace buen tiempo, pero puede llover manana.

TERRY

You just made a comment about the weather, right?

JUAN

Si.

TERRY

Okay, look, I have a real big prob –

Cole enters. He is laid back and friendly.

COLE

Hey Terry, hey Juan!

TERRY

Cole.

JUAN

Hola Cole!

COLE

Did you guys see the Knicks game last night?

JUAN

Si, que partido! Entre el rebounding de Marcus Camby y el sharp-shooting de Latrell Sprewell, los ultimos minutos fueran los mejores del juegos. Si siguen asi yo creo que Jeff Van Gundy y Los Knickerbockers van a llegar a los playoffs.

COLE

You said it, man. What was the final score again?

JUAN

Ciento seis a ciento dos.

COLE

That’s right. Gotta run, bye guys.

JUAN

Adios!

Cole leaves.

TERRY

Okay, look, this is really upsetting me. You clearly understand English. The work is piling up, and we could really use your help on a number of different projects. You’ve been here for a week and you haven’t done a damn thing – why would they hire you in the first place if there was going to be such a language problem?

Juan happily shrugs.

Jim returns.

JIM

Hey Terry. You’re wasting your time. Juan doesn’t understand English. Isn’t that right, Juan?

JUAN

Si Jim, no.

TERRY

There, he’s doing it again! If he doesn’t understand English, then how can he keep answering our questions?

JIM

He’s answering in Spanish.

JUAN

Si, solamente hablo espanol, no entiendo nada de ingles.

JIM

See?

TERRY

I’m getting our supervisor.

Terry leaves.

JUAN

Adios!

Cole returns.

COLE

Hey guys. Juan, maybe you can help me out with this. What is that Spanish dish with all the seafood and stuff all mixed together with the yellow rice? I love that dish.

JUAN

Paella.

COLE

Yeah.

JIM

Oh, I love paella.

JUAN

Si, hay muchas cosas interesantes en una paella.

COLE

All that chicken…

JUAN

Si, pollo.

JIM

Rice

JUAN

Arroz.

COLE

Clams.

JUAN

Mmm…Almejas.

JIM

Shrimp.

JUAN

Oh, camarones, si.

COLE

Sausage.

JUAN

Chorizos.

JIM

Roasted peppers.

JUAN

Pimientos morrones – delicioso!

COLE

You said it. Man, just thinking about it is making me hungry. I’m gonna go grab some lunch.

JIM

Bye.

JUAN

Adios!

Cole leaves. Jim shifts uncertainly.

JIM

I also like sushi.

JUAN

Oh, si, si.

JIM

What’s the Spanish word for sushi?

JUAN

Sushi.

JIM

Outstanding.

Terry returns with Marc.

MARC

So what’s the problem here?

TERRY

Juan hasn’t done any work since he started here!

JIM

He doesn’t speak English.

TERRY

He doesn’t speak English? Juan, how many chromosomes are there in the human gene?

JUAN

Cuarenta y seis.

JIM

That’s Spanish for forty six, right?

JUAN

Si.

JIM

Outstanding.

TERRY

See?! We’ve been having conversations with him! Sure, he’s answering in Spanish, but he understands everything we say! He’s faking it! He is a big fat lying nasty fake! Fatty!

MARC

Hmm, I see. Juan, what do you have to say for yourself?

Juan stands up, and reads from a crumpled piece of paper he pulls from his back pocket, in a very proper, overpronounced American voice.

JUAN

Listen. This sort of thing happens to me a lot, so I had an English speaking friend prepare this speech for me to help alleviate tension. Terry, I too would be upset if my coworker were unable to assist me in any way whatsoever, with any work at all. Ever. How can I claim not to understand English when I answer your questions accurately, even if I am indeed answering in Spanish? Sure, I could use the excuse that I do know some basic English but am too embarrassed by my halting pronunciation to answer in English, but this doesn’t explain how I can answer questions about the weather and sports, or even more unlikely, a question such as “how many chromosomes are there in the human gene?” Surely this argues for a more in-depth knowledge of English, a knowledge that you must now suspect I possess. To this I say…trust your heart. Also, Terry, I am not fat, as you can plainly see.

JIM

Can I take a look at that?

JUAN

No.

Juan folds up the paper and puts it back in his pocket.

MARC

That was beautiful. I think we can all learn something from Juan.

TERRY

Bullshit! I call bullshit on you mister! Bullshit on all of you! Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! I quit!

Terry storms out.

JUAN

Adios!

MARC

Okay. With Terry gone, it looks like we need a new project manager. Juan, I’m promoting you to Terry’s position.

JUAN

Un promocion! Muchas gracias, no te vas arrepentir, Marc, no te vas arrepentir!

MARC

I love this guy! I don’t understand a word he’s saying, but I love this guy!

JIM

You know, I’ve been here eleven years without a promotion and he’s been here a week…but I can’t help but be happy for him too! Congratulations, Juan!

JUAN

Muchas gracias! Adios!

They leave. Juan goes back to sitting there smugly.

The phone rings.

JUAN

Hello. Whoah, whoah, whoah, slow down amigo, I don’t speak Spanish!

Cheesy smile to audience with thumbs up, similar to the ending for the “Donkey Punch” sketch I wrote for Nora Dunn’s canceled sketch tv show.

posted by Andres at 12:20 PM

Monday, August 26, 2002

The Pants Sketch

(This version performed on 12.08.01 @ A Library Somewhere In Westchester. Seriously.)

Lights up on two men in mid-conversation, laughing uproariously. They are holding cocktails. They are standing upstage left. Their pants are down around their ankles, and they don’t seem to notice or care.

ROBERT

Oh I do enjoy a good joke.

DAN

Yes, jokes can be very funny. Is it drafty in here?

ROBERT

Yes, I have the air conditioner on full-blast.

DAN

It’s very drafty.

Pause.

ROBERT

You know, I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately.

Dan shuffles to downstage right to refill his drink.

DAN

Really? Why’s that?

ROBERT

Well, it’s just that I find it very awkward to walk around like this. (pause) I mean, I’m used to wearing glasses, and these contact lenses make me feel completely off-balance.

DAN

You’ll get used to them.

ROBERT

I hope so! I’m going swing-dancing with Ashley this Wednesday night, and I don’t want to look like a fool out there!

There is a knock on the door. Robert begins shuffling to the door upstage right. Dan shuffles back to upstage left.

ROBERT

I’ll get it!

Robert opens the door. Andrew enters. His pants are also down around his ankles.

ANDREW

Hello all!

ROBERT

Andrew!

ANDREW

I parked my motorcycle in the driveway. I hope you don’t mind.

ROBERT

How on Earth can you ride a motorcycle dressed like that?

ANDREW

What do you mean?

ROBERT

You’re not wearing a helmet!

ANDREW

Oh, don’t be silly, I left my helmet outside with the motorcycle!

ROBERT

Andrew, allow me to introduce you to Dan.

Andrew and Dan shuffle towards each other.

ANDREW

Ah yes! It’s a pleasure.

DAN

Likewise.

They attempt to shake hands at center stage, and are both jolted by static electricity.

ANDREW

Ow!

DAN

Ooh, that smarted.

ROBERT

What’s wrong?

DAN

Just some static electricity.

Robert shuffles to center stage.

ROBERT

You see, that’s why I need to run the air conditioner constantly. All of this dry heat causes a terrible amount of static electricity.

ANDREW

How ironic. You must run up a huge electricity bill…just to keep from being electrocuted!

They all laugh uproariously. Robert starts to shuffle to downstage left.

ROBERT

Oh I do enjoy a good joke.

DAN

Yes, jokes can be very funny.

ROBERT

Who wants to play Twister?

ANDREW

You read my mind!

DAN

Wait, we can’t play Twister like this!

ROBERT

Why not?

DAN

We need music!

Dan shuffles over to the stereo upstage left and turns it on. Goofy lounge music begins to play. Meanwhile the other boys are setting up the game center stage. There is assorted enthusiastic Twister-talk as this is going on.

Andrew stands off to one side and spins the dial.

ANDREW

Right foot green!

They all put their right foot on green. Andrew spins again.

ANDREW

Right foot blue!

They all put their right foot on blue. Andrew spins again.

ANDREW

Left foot green!

This is impossible for them to do, since their legs can’t separate that far. They shift about uncertainly, and then laugh hysterically.

DAN

Delightful! Twister always ends with some crazy mess like this!

The doorbell rings. Andrew shuffles to the door.

ANDREW

I’ll get it.

Andrew opens the door. Jeff is standing there.

ANDREW

May I help you?

JEFF

I’m sorry to interrupt your…(looking at the situation) I’m sorry to interrupt you, but my car just broke down just about a mile down the road. I was wondering -

ANDREW

Please, come in, do make yourself comfortable.

JEFF

Thanks. I was wondering if I could use your phone to call -

ANDREW

I said, make yourself comfortable.

JEFF

I’m fine, thanks. I have a calling card, so -

The fops clear their throats. Jeff slowly figures out they want him to drop his trousers. The three pansies murmur their approval, clap politely, etc.

DAN

Well played!

JEFF

I just need to call AAA.

ROBERT

What kind of car do you have?

JEFF

Um…it’s a Nissan Sentra.

DAN

What kind of engine?

JEFF

It’s a V6.

ANDREW

What color is it?

JEFF

Grey.

ROBERT

The car or the engine?

JEFF

The car.

DAN

Ooh, even better!

(Pause)

JEFF

So can I please use your phone?

ROBERT

Oh, we don’t have a phone.

The others murmur their agreement.

JEFF

Okay. Well, it was really nice to meet you gentlemen. I’m going to leave now.

Jeff begins to pull up his pants. Assorted disappointed grumbles from the pansies. “But you just got here,” etc. Jeff drops his pants and they approve. He lifts them slowly, and they again are disappointed. Jeff plays with them, finally dropping his pants again by mistake. They Aw/Ah! Alternately, ending with a big HEY!! And they toast his pantslessness. (author’s note – this is the funniest part of the sketch, it just doesn’t read that funny)

DAN

Well played!

JEFF

I’m sorry, I have to go…

Aw! He pulls his pants back up.

ROBERT

Well at least shake our hands!

All three men shuffle towards her to shake his hand. Each shocks him.

JEFF

Ow.

ANDREW

Ouch.

JEFF

Ow.

DAN

Ouch.

Jeff exits.

ANDREW

That’s static electricity for you.

They laugh.

ROBERT

Oh I do enjoy a good joke.

DAN

Yes, jokes can be very funny.

Long pause.

ANDREW

I’m chilly.

BLACKOUT