I Suppose You’re All Wondering Why I’ve Gathered You Here
I learned that another billionaire you all despise was going to gather you for a similar dinner next week—and I one upped him!
David Guzman is a New York City based comedy writer. He writes for the UCB Theatre sketch team Pretty Boys and has written for the teams (212), Charles, and Bundt. He wrote for The Onion video and is currently a features and headline contributor. He wrote the show Welcome To Wealthy: A Guide For The Newly Super-Rich, and has also written and directed for SketchCram at the UCB. His work has appeared online at The New Yorker, McSweeney's, Above Average, Funny Or Die, and Splitsider. Be his follower, possibly through Twitter, @davidjguzman.
I learned that another billionaire you all despise was going to gather you for a similar dinner next week—and I one upped him!
Instead of the dangerous, unethical practice of cloning once-extinct dinosaurs, our exhibits are human clones who pretend to be dinosaurs.
For one of the times when I said exhale, I meant inhale. I did not mean to instruct you to do double exhales.
Soon we'll live in a world where Neuralink will let us surf the internet just by thinking about it and bleeding from our eyes.
Sad news to report to Arrowhead fans: At a Cincinnati concert, bassist Valmer DeSota got his long hair stuck in the strings of his bass.
1851: As railroads begin crisscrossing the nation, NASA constructs its own line of over 300 feet of railroad track going straight upward.
Oh maybe that guy's not a robot. Now I don't think this one's about robots at all.
Time off task (12 minutes): Nerve sensors detected hunger prior to your lunch break. Hunger is personal time.
Who is the real monster here? The tentacled creature lurking in the vapor outside… or were you all the real monster this whole time?
This Santa is cloned from DNA from the original St. Nicholas, and raised in captivity in our North Pole mock-up.
It's the second night that gets tricky. That's when the bats come.
My clone is always ill. Plus, our clones are deficient in blood, because we didn’t give them enough blood, so they are often woozy.