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After my last week's gruesome six for Girlie on the Edge's Blog's Six Sentence Stories, I'm here to redeem myself with a short comedy sketch mirrored after one of my favorite comedians, Gilda Radner. If you're old, like me, you'll remember how, as Roseanne Roseannadana, she never got her commentaries just right! I hope this makes you laugh out loud and brings back fond memories of the old Saturday Night Live.
Here is my original comedy sketch that I wrote in her memory.
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A Bit Off From the Rodeo!
S. Mack Bangdrum writes in today wanting to know where the rodeo will be, if he is allowed to wear a bikini to it, pass gas in the stands, burp, smoke, and if smoking leads to a fire, will clowns be available to put it out?"
"Dear S. Mack Bangdrum, sounds like a fun guy,
I, Roseanne Roseannadanna, once saw a clown trying to get stuck smoked jerky out of his teeth while listening to country music coming out of a radio near a fireplace. Sticky food scraps get in their so tight that a rock song would have been better to get the energy to pick, pick, pick at old gunk for a good cleaning. Way back when, Franklin Delano Roosevelt used the radio to give his fireside chats to the nation, but I could never listen to the president with my finger picking my teeth, making drool slide out of my mouth, in front of a president, no less!"
"Roseanne, Roseanne Roseannadanna, since Mr. Bangdrum wrote in wanting to know about the rodeo, why are you rambling on about picking your teeth in front of a radio broadcast from a president who died in 1945?"
"Bitch."
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Find humor in my Novel or eBook social story on TpT.
Are you wondering if I have funny stories in my store? The one that stands out the most is my middle grade novel, Mrs. Zimmerman's Donuts. This 203 page manuscript takes readers on an adventure with Knob and Slater as they work to stop the bullies.
Although it’s been four years since Will lost his brother, he still finds himself smothered in the arms of his overprotective mom. To make matters worse, fifth grade means day after day of taunting by a group of boys who share weekly donuts without him. Life changes when a Mohawk wearing cool kid enters the class, assigns Will a new name, and is determined to give him a hand up the social ladder. But social success has its problems as Will soon finds out by following his angel with mismatched wings.
11 comments:
Heeheehee! We were talking about Gilda Radner just the other day, commenting to each other that "it just goes to show you, it's always something."
"Redemption" achieved, lol. Oh my gosh, I so remember Gilda Radner and Roseanne Rosannadanna! Old? Naah, we not old 😆
That made me giggle. Well done! Sorry to say I've never heard of the show, but I grew up on the other side of the pond.
good six.
WELL DONE!
Roseanne is a legend. I laughed, I cried, I drooled.
If it's not one thing, it's another. ;-)
got an 'oL* out of me on that last line.
I liked the body of the Six, a tangle of imagery and absurdities, full on shaggy dog story**
v. Fun Six this week!
* from LOL, of course
** a joke form, of course; the late Orson Bean, imo was a master of the shaggy dog story teller***
*** I will totally not try to tell one here
:-)
Your novel about donuts sounds tasty.
Don't know the reference as I grew up across the pond. But that was a fun and absurd trip :)
Where I can get this humor too
Haha!
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