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If you like reading really long formulaic mediocre online comedy, dig in to this article. Or skip to the end, where you can star in an improv comedy jam in the comments!
If you like reading really long formulaic mediocre online comedy, dig in to this article. Or skip to the end, where you can star in an improv comedy jam in the comments!
I intern at what they call a 'vanity' publishing house, which takes its title quite literally. We’re like that fake music video company that pissed out the auto-tuned disease that is 'Friday.'
I was searching for topics that people usually blog about when I came upon this list. So I decided to blog about everything. Strap yourself in, it’s about to get universal in here.
I am searching for a dry erase board because I have writer's block. Thru the flawless prism of logic I have constructed, the board will assist me in constructing hysterical yet thought-provoking narratives.
It's been two years since I've been entertaining (or annoying) you, my faithful PIC readers and fans. So I'd like to offer you my personal guide to writing.
Internet humorists use only a few cliché kinds of comedy tricks. If you learn them, you'll have more jokes up your sleeves than fingers on your hands!
You don't want your suicide note to start off with a cliche line. "By the time you read this, I will be dead" is trite and entirely too dramatic.
I need to write something. Anything. As it's funny and entertaining. Yet when given such unlimited boundaries, I can't find anything to write about.
Dear Brett Favre: You are a drama queen. Eat a bag of shit. Dear Miss California USA Carrie Prejean: There's nothing wrong with posing topless.
As a writer, I have discovered a number of techniques to ensure the opening of your short story engages your audience while propelling your narrative forward at light speed. It is my pleasure to share these techniques with you in what I call 'The Three Se
I was tripping on acid At a Russian restaurant In an upscale strip mall Waiting on a friend For a ride home When I heard the news. I walked outside To look at the cloudless evening sky And spotted a dark-haired girl In a sundress Dripping tears on the concrete ground. I said nothing. She looked up at me And said, “He’s gone.” And then she sang,
The head of a porn studio gives notes to a young screenwriter on his screenplay submission to Money Shot Studios.