master_debator
05-09-2008, 05:27 PM
Hey everyone. Today some events happened that will be freaking great for a comedy routine. I'll give you the low down on what happened. I want to think of a great way to structure this...preferably in a nested loop. Anyone want to give me a heads up...
I was hanging out at this womans house, when I told her I had to take a s$$t. Mind you, her bathroom in her bedroom has no door on it, and I don't like people watching me while I'm doing my stuff. The bathroom out in the hallway was being used by her roommates dad. So she ended up lighting some candles to take care of any smell that would arise...mind you, she put a couple of candles on her night stand, by her window, that has curtains...so everything is all cool and dandy and I procede to go to the bathroom. I'm about to finish up, and in mid wipe I look up and see the curtain flaring up next to her new $3,000 bed. So I freak out and think to myself quickly "wipe or get up...**** it get up...". I don't know if you have ever had to juggle putting out a fire while managing to keep your pants and underwear just below your ass as to not make a big mess...you need talent for that. Anyhow I crab the curtain and toss it out the door to sidewalk. At this point I had already being screaming her name "Pam...Pam come here!!!". Now that I look back she's probably thinking "What does he want me to wipe his #@$?"...So she comes in and I'm looking all freaked out - its kind of like when a guy gets caught masturbating, and has that "oh crap I've been caught" deer caught in the headlights look...and for you girls its like when you're by people and you fart...a big no no. She see's a little bit of smoke and she also see's the little bit of burnt carpet remnant from some of the curtain falling on the ground, that I stepped on and poured her ice tea on.
And the kickers...yes kickers...of the situation is this...after this whole ordeal she's like "man, I was just worried that my bed was going to catch on fire...****...what about me???"...then 20 minutes later, her roommate had come in and asked her to make a list of everything thats wrong with her room so that she can give it to her landlord...all the while she has no idea, and still doesn't know about the fire. And the last final kicker is that her roommate told her that her father wasn't in the bathroom in the hallway...he had taken a crap in there, and closed the door when he was done to prevent smell from wafting out into the house. I still don't get the whole notion of stress burning candles...IRONY...
I was hanging out at this womans house, when I told her I had to take a s$$t. Mind you, her bathroom in her bedroom has no door on it, and I don't like people watching me while I'm doing my stuff. The bathroom out in the hallway was being used by her roommates dad. So she ended up lighting some candles to take care of any smell that would arise...mind you, she put a couple of candles on her night stand, by her window, that has curtains...so everything is all cool and dandy and I procede to go to the bathroom. I'm about to finish up, and in mid wipe I look up and see the curtain flaring up next to her new $3,000 bed. So I freak out and think to myself quickly "wipe or get up...**** it get up...". I don't know if you have ever had to juggle putting out a fire while managing to keep your pants and underwear just below your ass as to not make a big mess...you need talent for that. Anyhow I crab the curtain and toss it out the door to sidewalk. At this point I had already being screaming her name "Pam...Pam come here!!!". Now that I look back she's probably thinking "What does he want me to wipe his #@$?"...So she comes in and I'm looking all freaked out - its kind of like when a guy gets caught masturbating, and has that "oh crap I've been caught" deer caught in the headlights look...and for you girls its like when you're by people and you fart...a big no no. She see's a little bit of smoke and she also see's the little bit of burnt carpet remnant from some of the curtain falling on the ground, that I stepped on and poured her ice tea on.
And the kickers...yes kickers...of the situation is this...after this whole ordeal she's like "man, I was just worried that my bed was going to catch on fire...****...what about me???"...then 20 minutes later, her roommate had come in and asked her to make a list of everything thats wrong with her room so that she can give it to her landlord...all the while she has no idea, and still doesn't know about the fire. And the last final kicker is that her roommate told her that her father wasn't in the bathroom in the hallway...he had taken a crap in there, and closed the door when he was done to prevent smell from wafting out into the house. I still don't get the whole notion of stress burning candles...IRONY...