July 2008
22 posts
Gee, Nick, thanks for posting this! No, honestly. Seeeeeriously. But seriously. Not. Not not. I was kidding. About “Not.” About it being true. PSYCH
Nick gained plenty of executive experience as assistant manager at a now-closed Starbucks.
Jared here. I’ll say it again: We just can’t wonder any more. God? Dead. Love? Pheromones. The only remaining mystery is Hannah Montana.
When it’s time to repopulate the world, I’m not taking my chances.
Nick here. I also replaced my sleep with placebo sleep: I think I’m dreaming but I’m really just on a sugar pill. And acid.
Everyone knows about Washington’s false teeth, but few know about his love for David Caruso. Ha ha, a historical figure is being inappropriate!
Of course, since Nick has the Capgras delusion, he thinks all the people he’s only seen once before have been replaced by actors whom he’s never seen again.
Jared here. I really liked that cat, I think. Unless it was a small dog.
I suppose it’s better than the time he told me he’d learned Chinese.
Nick here. My next project is a thousand finger-play fortune tellers. I’m not wishing for anything, I just have a grade school I want to bend to my will. Anyone have a collection of eight thousand hypnotic triggers?
Jared here with a peek at this sketch’s deleted scenes:
“His grave was covered in FLOURS!”
“Gramps died just like my baNANA!”
“The funeral took place on a SUNDAE!”
But last time it was so FUN
Can someone recommend a hangover cure? The lingering effect of OH GOD CLEAR A PATH CLEAR A PATH TO THE BATHROOM
I’m sorry, everyone. Jared will not just read the script I’ve written for him. Nothing’s ever good enough for the talent!
Nick here. Guess over the weekend I’ll need to get a haircut that looks exactly like the one I’ve had in all previous sketches!
Hey all! Looks like we’re so hard up for gags that we’ve been robbing the grave of Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson, and he’s NOT EVEN DEAD.
˙ʞɔıɯɯıƃ ɐ s,ʇı ‘puɐʇs ʇ,uɐɔ ı ƃuıɥʇ ǝuo s,ǝɹǝɥʇ ɟı ˙ǝɹǝɥ ʞɔıu
Jared here. This was the fifteenth take and the first time Nick didn’t draw blood.
Welcome back, hardy few. Jared here. You should have seen Nick’s little legs flapping and then going limp as he bobbed to the surface.
Some poor soul told me they avoided watching these clips Jared and I made. They thought each one was an hour long. Let me assure you we are far too lazy to shoot anything much longer than a pop song. In fact Jared wears very tiny earphones during our shoots so he doesn’t actually have to listen to me, and when he finishes hearing a pop song, we have to switch to the next sketch.
Hello again, it’s Nick. Jared is not a romantic. He once took a girl to a first date at a slaughterhouse. He says this saved him a fortune on dinner.
Hello, Nick here. Jared and I cannot agree on the merits of Axe. Disappointing, because when he’s not around I’ve been dousing his bedsheets in it.