Day: December 9, 2002

I didn’t just fall out of my chair on to the floor. Nope. Uh uh. Didn’t happen.

(looks around to make sure no one else saw it happen…)

Yup. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

At last night’s Monty Python Society meeting, we briefly discussed our theory on “How to Write a Sketch”. It goes something like:

  1. Gather together to brainstorm on ideas.
  2. Consult the Big Book of Sexual Perversions.
  3. Add dick and fart jokes.

We’ve been kicking this theory around for some time now, ever since we realized that most (if not all) of our sketches dealt with one bizarre sexual practice or another. I’m just as guilty of this as any of the others. Last night, we performed a sketch I wrote a couple of years ago called “The New Spatula”. I think most of it is funny, but it is definitely in questionable taste. Once you’ve heard it, you may not want to eat mayonnaise for a very long time.

I swear I don’t try to write sketches or songs like this. And I have written perfectly normal sketches that don’t involve a single curse word or double entendre or man masturbating into coleslaw. Honestly. But, more often than not, the gross-out factor seems to come into play, especially with the songs. I am, for instance, currently trying to think of rhymes for “fellatio”.

Is it any wonder that I never tell my parents about the content of our shows or our CD?