The Licker. Pilot Episode.

As many of you know, when I’m not telling jokes, writing sketches, dictating blogs or washing dishes I like to pass the time by coming up with pilot episodes for crime dramas and submitting them to the big 3 basic cable networks (TNT, USA, TBS).  None of them have been picked up yet but I think this latest one might “wow” them.  It’s about the adventures of a detective who uses his superior sense of taste to solve crimes.  I call it “The Licker” (title pending).  Here’s the last couple of pages from the pilot episode.

 

(Int. The office of Gregori Yviovanovich, wealthy Russian art dealer.  Detective Jameson enters with two uniformed police.)  

GREGORI:  Detective.   Is there anything you need from me?  I have told you everything I know and we are closed for the evening.

JAMESON:  Sorry to interupt you, Mr. Yviovanovich.  I know you must still be mourning…

GREGORI:  Yes, Ilyana was very dear to me, so if you would please afford me some privacy, I have matters to attend to.

JAMESON:  I would but something about your story just didn’t sit well with me.  I’m a curious type, you know and there was something on her dress when I saw her that just didn’t taste right.  (Picks up stapler) Do you mind?  I’d like to –

GREGORI:  I am well aware of your talents, Detective Jameson and I do not want to seem rude but I would like to see a search warrant before you go around tasting everything in my office.

JAMESON:  (hands Gregori piece of paper).  The judge was more than happy to grant me one once I told him what I tasted on the floor of the scene (licks stapler, puts it down).  Now as you said, you were playing poker with your friends last night.  Eating peanuts, pretzels, chips.  All sorts of salty things.  (grabs Gregori’s tie) You wore this last night, right?

GREGORI:  I didn’t have time to change.  Once I heard about Ilyana’s death, everything has been thrown upside down.

JAMESON:  That can happen (licks tie).  Mmn.  Salty.  Would you like to know what I tasted on the floor of the scene?

GREGORI:  I am curious.

JAMESON:  I’m sure you’re not.  It was syrup from a fruit salad.  Pineapples, grapes, honeydew and cantaloupe.  Toxicology reports haven’t come back yet but I’ll bet my badge she was allergic to one of those.

GREGORI:  She was allergic to cantaloupe but I assure you I did not touch any fruit salad.  You can taste my hands if you’d like.

JAMESON:  I’m sure you would have washed your hands several times since then but people always forget the little details.  Like after they prepare a fruit salad they’ll make a phone call.  Getting that sticky syrup on the keys (picks up phone from desk.  Licks keys one by one, never breaking eye contact with Gregori.  Sets phone down).  This phone has fruit salad all over it.

GREGORI:  (tears welling up in his eyes) You don’t understand.  She was going to have me deported.  This gallery is all I have.  I had to do something.

JAMESON:  It must have been so easy to tell her that the orange one was honeydew.  You just sat back and let that fruit salad do your dirty work.

GREGORI:  (fighting back sobs)I had to do something.

JAMESON:  You’re under arrest.  (to uniformed officer).  Read him his rights, kid.  This case is licked.

(Scraps the K9 unit runs in, tackles Jameson and licks his face).

UNIFORMED COP:  Looks like you’re licked, too!   (everybody but Gregori laughs).

 

 

I’ve written six full episodes and they all end with Scraps running in and licking his face.

Hey, Kids! Fuck You!

It started with a restaurant in Pittsburgh called McDain’s.  They had recently instituted a ban on kids under 6.  Once the story hit the internet, people were either applauding or whatever the opposite of applauding is for the new ban.  It seems now that plenty of other businesses are following suit with theaters having kid free showings, restaurants having no kids hours or sections and Whole Foods having kids free hours with daycare available while parents shop.

Now, I get it. Not a day goes by where I’m at a strip club, underground kickboxing match or midnight showing of Human Centipede and some crying child throwing a tantrum ruins my good time but how about we examine the situation before we deport the kids to an island filled with plastic balls and Disney DVDs just so we can enjoy a Sunday Brunch in peace?

Kids are not the problem. Shitty kids are the problem. How about restaurants start enacting a shitty kids ban? Your kid throws a tantrum or runs around and disrupts other people’s meals and you get thrown out. I know plenty of people with well behaved toddlers that shouldn’t have to try to find a babysitter every time they want a goddamn Pannekoeken.

Restaurants could even take it a step further. I’ve seen places that have “kids eat free” days. How about “well behaved kids eat free” days? Give the kid some ice cream for not behaving like a monster in public.

By simply banning kids from places you’re ignoring the problem rather than doing something to fix it. If restaurant owners grew some stones and actually asked somebody to leave when their child is screaming at the top of their lungs for no reason there would be some accountability on the parents’ part.

Shitty kids grow into shitty adults and if we ignore the problem the next generation is going to turn into a society of Andy Dicks. Nobody wants that.

How To Make Friends I Guess.

So yesterday I had an email exchange with “Larry Bob”.  Larry Bob wanted to buy things that I do not sell.  Larry Bob may have had the wrong email address.  Larry Bob may have been fucking with me.  We’ll never know.  Such is the mystery of Larry Bob.  Below is the entire email exchange.  

 

Hello,
I am Mr.Larry and would like to order (Bobbin Leg Table
)and whatwould be the price for each unit so that i can Quote you with the
Quantity i want to order..Also what types of credit card do you accept as
payment..?Thank you and reply ASAP

Monday – Friday………………..10:00am-7:00pm
Saturday – Sunday………………………………..11:00am-6:00pm

Office Phone:———-
Extension:——

 

 

Reply
Bill! to larry
show details 12:25 PM (22 hours ago)

Sorry, sir but you got the wrong guy. I don’t sell tables or anything like that. Perhaps you have the wrong email.

 

 

larry bob to me
show details 12:41 PM (22 hours ago)

WHAT DO YOU HAVE ?

 

 

Reply
Bill Young Bill@youngnotions.com via gmail.com to larry
show details 1:05 PM (21 hours ago)

Easy, pal. I don’t have bobbin leg tables. I don’t even know what they are. I don’t sell things.

 

 

Reply
larry bob to Bill
show details 1:26 PM (21 hours ago)

where are you located?

 

 

Reply
Bill Young Bill@youngnotions.com via gmail.com to larry
show details 1:37 PM (21 hours ago)

Minneapolis. I don’t see how that’s relevant, though as I’m clearly not the person you are trying to contact.

 

 

Reply
larry bob to Bill
show details 2:15 PM (20 hours ago)

Can we be friends?

 

 

Reply
Bill Young Bill@youngnotions.com via gmail.com to larry
show details 2:43 PM (20 hours ago)

I don’t know, Larry Bob. Do you really want to be friends with someone who can’t provide you with Bobbin Leg Tables? I feel like I won’t live up to your standards and you’ll start typing at me in all caps again.

I’ve been hurt before, Larry Bob. Don’t toy with my heart.

 

 

Reply
larry bob to Bill
show details 3:15 PM (19 hours ago)

I just want us to be friends not about bussiness okay im in colorado i can call you now when you email back with your number

 

 

Reply
Bill Young Bill@youngnotions.com via gmail.com to larry
show details 3:46 PM (19 hours ago)

Why the hell not? You can reach me at 612-867-5309

 

 

I still haven’t heard from him.  Maybe I should have given him my actual phone number.  

Flirting My Way to the Middle

MSNBC has an article up about how flirting your way to the top might not work. It states that flirting in the workplace “blurs your intentions and can easily confuse others around you. Consider what you really want to communicate to others. When in doubt, ask yourself: Would I feel comfortable if my partner — or my grandmother — were here?”. Frankly, if I conducted every conversation like my grandmother were in the room the only things I could ever talk about would be the pope, the weather and this place up in Lindstrom that makes the best pies.

What’s strange about the article is that it seems to go back and forth a bit on whether flirting in a professional environment actually works. To get a more concise answer, I decided to try some flirting myself to see if it actually helps. As a comedian, my bosses are club owners and booking agents so I enlisted the help of friend, comedian and booker of Rick Bronson’s House of Comedy Mike Brody!

NOTE:  While this conversation was conducted via IM, Brody only agreed to do this if I made it very clear that he will never, under any circumstances, book a comedian via IM.  Send an email if you want work.  

The scene is set.  It’s a week after I’ve featured at his club.

ME:  Hey, thanks for the work last week. I had a great time.  So, is that a banana in your pants or are you ready to book me again as a feature?

BRODY:  Excuse me?

ME:  I’m pretty “open” if you get my drift (raises eyebrows).  My entire December is “open” or I can go into the next year. I’m quite flexible (lifts leg above head, licks inner thigh)

BRODY:  I don’t know if I have anything in December. But with that flexibility you just flaunted, you can enter the MN’s Got Talent variety show this August.  Contortionist Bill.  I think I’m going to need to see a tape, though.

ME:  Ha!  Well, do you have any thoughts. Did you feel like you were more inclined to book me when I used flirtation instead of a less personal approach?

BRODY:  Honestly, I felt like I was more inclined to throw up.  Nobody should have to visualize you licking your inner thigh.  It haunts me.

 

While I can’t tell if that just didn’t work or if he was just playing hard to get, I’ll be opening for Mike Brody all week at the House of Comedy August 3-7(click for showtimes/tickets/candy)! Come on out!

Some People Just Aren’t Cut Out to Be Good Samaritans.

Early last evening I was giving my bike a quick ride around the block after lubing up the chain and gears.   Everything seemed to be in working order until I tried to shift once and the gear shifted four times, bringing my leg down quickly and unexpectedly.  My foot hit the ground, the bike came to a stop and I launched over the handlebars, skidding about four feet on the ground and scraping plenty of flesh on the way –

Jared saw it, walked up all zombie like, pretended to take a bite out of my arm and said "that's how you got that."

 

I spent about 30 seconds or more writhing on the ground screaming “FUCKING COCK FUCK COCK FUCK COCK FUCK FUUUUCCCCK” like a telegraph machine with tourettes (fuck=dash / cock=dot) when I noticed that I was right across the street from a fairly crowded Whittier park.  I sat up and noticed no fewer than 20 small children that abruptly stopped playing, staring at me and soaking in the profanity I let fly.  I struggled to my feet and said “I’m okay!” when a hispanic woman came running across the street.  I think she wanted to help.  Here’s how our conversation went.

 

HISPANIC LADY:  (unintelligible spanish)

ME:  Thanks, I’m okay.

HISPANIC LADY:  (more unintelligible spanish)

ME:  Yeah, I don’t really speak spanish but I’ll be okay.

HISPANIC LADY:  (even more unintelligible spanish)

ME:  Seriously, I’m okay.  I don’t know how to… I’m just going to go now.  Thanks.

 

Just as I turned around to leave, another older woman walked up to see if I’m okay.  She spoke english but proved no more helpful than the one who didn’t.

OLD LADY:  (examines the four foot bloody skidmark on the sidewalk and then my arm).  That’s a nasty scrape you got there.  It’s bleeding real good.

ME:  Yeah, I only live a block away so I’ll be able to get home real quick and clean this up.

OLD LADY:  That’s good.  Make sure you put something on it.

ME:  I got some alcohol at home so I’ll be fine.  I should go-

OLD LADY:  Or you could put some other stuff on there.  What’s that stuff called?

ME:  Hydrogen Peroxide?  I should really-

OLD LADY:  No, that’s not it.  What am I thinking of?

ME:  Neosporin?  Hey, I’m still bleeding so I’m going to go-

OLD LADY:  Wait, I almost got it.  It doesn’t sting like alcohol.

ME:  Bactine?  I’m going to just go home now because of the blood.  Thanks.

OLD LADY:  No, that’s not it either.

 

I just left after that.  About halfway down the block, I looked back and saw her still standing there, looking down with her hand on her chin, probably still trying to think of what that stuff was called.

Crazy Kids and Their Planking or Whatever.

So I just last week heard of the weird internet craze of planking where you get a photo of you lying rigid (like a plank) on some awkward surface

and now I hear Planking is over.  It’s all about Owling now

Goddamnit!  It’s fourth grade all over again where I’m wearing slap bracelets and everybody has already moved onto pogs.

Even worse, Access Hollywood has tried to start a new trend of Lamping (Note: The link is to a yahoo morning wacky news clip show. It’s horribly written and performed and the link is here only to prove that Lamping exists. Only click on it if you’re looking to cringe, like, 20 times in three minutes) where you wear a lampshade on your head.

I need to make up some of my own fad meta comedy photo trends if I’m going to be relevant here. How about –

 

Thinking:  Strip naked, cover yourself in quick dry cement and pose like you’re Rodin’s Thinker

 

Cooking:  Grab a microphone and crouch real low like you’re going to say something important but then say nothing of importance like Dane Cook

The website I got this from had pics from a show he did in Vegas. There are no less than three crouching or "Cooking" shots.

 

Fountaining.  Fill your mouth up with water and take a picture of you spitting out a steady stream like a fountain.

Mickey Rourke "fountaining".

 

Feel free to leave a comment with any other ideas for stupid picture games!

Rule #34

I was reading an ironically vanilla article on CNN about fetishes and it made me think of “Rule #34.” For those who don’t know, Rule #34 of the internet states that “if it exists, there is porn/an established fetish of it” (Rules #1-33 mostly deal with not giving your bank account info to Nigerian princes).

If you search around, you’ll start to think this is true (dear god whatever you do don’t google image search “clown porn”) but there are certain exceptions. Patrick Bauer has a joke about how nobody fetishizes condoms but I think there’s more out there. Specifically, Ben Stein talking about the economy.

Seriously. Listen to this and I guarantee you won’t be turned on.

I rest my case. Feel free to leave a comment about anything else that’s impossible to fetishize.

Boobs. Now That I Have Your Attention… Boobs.

Last night my wife was on the internet and read a story about how a nursing mother was asked to leave a Ruby Tuesday because an old couple complained.  This is odd because the elderly are usually such gracious patrons (generous tippers, too) but the sight of a baby eating was too much for these people and got in the way of their enjoyment of bacon wrapped shrimp and Summer Peach Sangria served by a overenthusiastic teenager wearing no less than 30 flashing buttons.  The mom was asked to leave in spite of the fact that Ruby Tuesday’s policy and Maryland law both state women can breastfeed anywhere in public.

Personally, I may be a little uncomfortable witnessing a breastfeeding.  I know breasts are beautiful and natural but to have them obscured by something like a feeding baby is a little offensive to me.  I wouldn’t complain about it, though.  Not my place.

Once La Leche League, a non profit that promotes education for breastfeeding (sometimes up to 4 years old.  Seriously.  Kind of creepy) caught wind of this, they staged a “Nurse In” at the Ruby Tuesday’s. The restaurant was more than happy to participate and turned it into an event where over 40 mothers came with their babies to nurse and show their support.

That’s all well and good but where’s the justice? What of the old couple that embarrassed that young woman? I think they should have been forced to attend the “nurse in” and have a meal. Not a corner booth, either. I’m talking table in the middle of the room. Surrounded by nursing mothers. Make sure the moms don’t talk, either. So all you hear is that weird suckling noise and baby grunting.

Try enjoying your coleslaw now, you old assholes.

The Things You Weirdos Type Into Search Engines

This website is powered by WordPress which allows me to check various stats like page views, links and other cool stuff without having to know a lot of stuff about computers.  One of the stats I can look at is “search engine terms” or, the things people type into google and other search engines (I’m still rooting for you, ask.com!) result in a click to this site. I have to say, a lot of the things typed into google that leads here is pretty unsettling. Here’s my 5 favorites.

5:  foreskin man penis.  I can see how this one would lead to the site, considering the blog I did on Foreskin Man(Issue 3 is out! He goes to Africa and meets the superheroine “Vulva Girl”. No lie) but I don’t think that’s what this person was looking for.

4:  todd  palin hairy chest.  Again, I get it.  I’ve written a post about Sarah Palin but I can’t help but feel sorry for the poor closeted Alaskan who was looking for some sweet shirtless pics and just ended up here. Disappointed perverts is kind of the theme of this whole post. Speaking of which –

3:  public young fucking.  Alright.  My last name is Young and I swear a lot.  That covers the last two words but public?  Your guess is as good as mine.  What’s really disturbing is that somebody out there is googling porn.  Think about it.  Anybody who has had the internet and functioning sex organs for more than two months already has their website that they go to.  It’s free, usually has things sorted by genre and is loaded with thousands of hours of content.  There’s about a half dozen sites like that out there and most everybody has figured it out but this guy (or gal but probably guy), however, is still googling porn.  It’s creepy.

2:  how can lives be saved in africa?  Thank god somebody has finally decided that this is a problem that needed solving or at the very least, googling.  Unfortunately, this young idealistic would be hero ended up at my blog with no answers.

1:  shitting while standing bad for health.  I’m not even going to bother trying to figure out how this led to our website but why would anybody ever need to type this into a search engine?  Was this person honestly shitting while standing so much that when they started to get back pain the figured it was related?  Why were they shitting while standing to begin with?  How do you even do that without making a huge mess everywhere?  GODDAMNIT YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK.

Honorable mentions:

revenge of curly’s ghost

gbtv what the fuck

goes on a plate

palin in prophecy 2012

should we worry about may 21st 2011

Tea Costume Party

The Huffington post reports that Tea Party backed republican congressmen will submit a plan to

 

Jesus.  Is that guy on the right supposed to be Uncle Sam or Liberace?  I get the colonial soldier on the left but what’s with the guy in the center?  Is he supposed to be Shitty Lincoln?  Are they seriously doing Lincoln now?

 

Anyway, Tea Party republicans are going to submit a plan to balance the debt by…

Holy shit those vests are garish even by old lady standards.  Who’s that guy on the vest on the left supposed to be?  Probably Paul Revere or some shit.
Seriously, if Elton John ate a Flag and a Disco Ball this is what his next bowel movement would look like.

 

Where was I?  Okay, the debt plan named “Cut, Cap and Balance” seeks to borrow another $2.4 trillion but only after –

What?  This doesn’t even make sense!  You actually get a tax credit for your kids, dumbass!  And what’s with the Indian?  Did the costume shop run out of powdered wigs and you figured the Native motif was close enough?  Are the Village People big supporters of the Tea Party?  I don’t get it.

 

Whatever.  The plan is going to borrow $2.4 trillion only after big and immediate spending cuts and adoption by Congress of a constitutional amendment requiring a balanced federal budget and Jesus Christ-

Alright.  That’s it.  I’m not going to take you Tea Party nutjobs seriously until you stop dressing like Bootsy Collins and Lee Greenwood had an American Flag baby.