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Weekly Contest #340
A grumbling tummy made Babka forget why she’d hidden herself.Dinner was extremely late and hunger had a way of summoning her courage. Even though Babka couldn’t smell any food, she decided to do another search of the house. Dragging her furry, tiger-striped body out of the Boy’s hamper, she began her search with the kitchen—where the food usually had been located.Careful with her paws to avoid the broken glass scattered across the floor, she inspected the kitchen cupboards and icebox with her finely-tuned sense of smell. There was meat in th...
Weekly Contest #302
I didn’t try to steal $25,000 en route to the restroom. It wasn’t some masterful scheme. The plan was to just, well, use the restroom. Nothing weird about that, right? We were all supposed to be seated, waiting for the show to start. But when ya gotta go, ya gotta go! Here’s a simple equation to explain things: Too much coffee + too much water + waiting around while the TV crew runs hours behind schedule = many restroom trips. I blame the craft services table. It was top notch! For anyone not familiar with craft services, it’s the reason wh...
Weekly Contest #299
“I don’t think I’ll ever laugh again,” the boy said. “It’ll take some time but I promise you will.” Ellis wanted to explain that — when deconstructed — comedy is all about pain. It’s an oxymoron, but when you laugh, it’s about coming to grips with something painful and howling in its face. But the boy was still too young to understand this concept. That conversation remained a few years down the road. Ellis wished he could take the boy’s pain away, the same as he could for strangers when he stood in front of a microphone. That routine wou...
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