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A NEW VIDEO

Friday, November 07, 2008 by Matt

Yes, some of you have probably seen this video, but it is still technically new to 99.999% of the population (you know who you are.)

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"Joe Sixpack" Newsdesk Bit

Monday, October 20, 2008 by Matt

Last night my comedy group, Shameful Display, did our first weekly political comedy sketch show.  I wrote a guest bit for the newsdesk segment of the show (a segment, which some might find reminiscent of a certain other live, weekly, current events-based comedy show, but I wouldn't know anything about that).  Here it is!

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ANCHORS JON AND DAN ARE AT THE NEWSDESK.

JON
With all this talk the past few days about "Joe the Plumber," Americans have lost sight of another important Joe in this election. That's right, Joe Sixpack. Just who is this Joe Sixpack we keep hearing about? Here to tell us himself is tonight's special guest correspondent. Please welcome, Mr. H. Joseph Duffington Sixpack Esquire, III.

SIXPACK
Thank you Jonathan, Daniel. Ladies, gentleman… I, H. Joseph Duffington Sixpack Esquire, III., am a simple man. Like many of you, I wake up in the morning, put my imported Egyptian silk pantaloons on one leg at a time, fix myself a cup of brew from the rarest of all African coffee beans—the Koo-[tongue click]-tahnee bean, and ride to work in one of five custom-made, gold-plated Rolls Royces, driven by my lovable Robot Chauffer named Steve. Yes, I am a quiet, uncomplicated soul, with a quiet, uncomplicated, gaudy, exotic lifestyle. That’s why I’m so glad that Republican Vice Presidential Candidate, Ms. Sarah Palin, has finally decided to take a stand for me, Joe Sixpack, the little guy.

JON
Uh, pardon me, Mr. Sixpack.

SIXPACK
Right-o?

JON
Sorry, I may be out of line here, but you don’t appear to be the, um, average dude that many people seem to think you are.

SIXPACK
Average dude?

JON
Yeah, you know, like a John Q. Public.

SIXPACK
Oh heavens no! John Quincy Public was the captain of my cricket team back at Oxford. Smashing fellow. Every so often we’ll still get together and sink a yacht, you know.

DAN
What Jon is trying to say is that, most people think of Joe Sixpack as a member of the middle class.

SIXPACK
Middle-class? Why that’s me all the way, ol’ Chap. Not quite a trillionaire, but far, far better off than your average millionaire. Yep, I’m right smack dab in the middle. I live in a medium-sized high-rise penthouse, filled with medium-sized Van Gogh originals, located in the middle of Manhattan. I own a medium-sized DeLorean, the one used in the second Back to the Future film—not the first, not the third, but the second. I spend most weekends in my medium-sized private submarine staffed by a medium sized-crew of medium-sized, genetically-engineered Unicorn men. Yes, that’s me. Mr. Middleclass, with a wife, 2.5 kids, and a couple of sarcophaguses in the bank for a rainy day. And it’s time us middle-class got some representation in Washington, dammit!

JOE SIXPACK SLAMS FIST ON TABLE.
JON
So, it’s safe to say that “Sixpack” has nothing to do with beer, then.

SIXPACK
With my gluten allergy? I should hope not! [Laughs.] Mw-ha, Mw-ha! [JON and DAN do not laugh]. Bit of a joke, old Chap... No, us Sixpacks came over on the Mayflower, back when six-packs of beer hardly existed at all. At the time, the lower classes were referred to strictly as 'Edward Gin-cartridges.'

JON
So what does the name Sixpack even mean?

SIXPACK
Beats me. The only six-pack I know about is right here in my abdominals... from lifting giant bags of money.

JOE SIXPACK WINKS AT THE AUDIENCE.

JON
Joe Sixpack everyone!

SIXPACK
Tally-ho!

END.

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The Asian Longhorned Beetle Sketch

Wednesday, August 20, 2008 by Matt

ASIAN LONGHORNED BEETLE SKETCH

by MATT KOFF

LIGHTS UP ON PRESS CONFERENCE.

SIMON BERNARD
I’d like to thank all the concerned citizens and the members of the press who are here today.  The Asian Longhorned Beetle is a very real threat to our national forests, and we’re glad that the message is finally getting heard.  Now let’s bring up Senior National Forests Commissioner, Wes Gundrickson.

WES GUNDRICKSON, A CRUSTY OLD MAN OF 75, TAKES THE PODIUM.

WES
Thanks, Simon.  All right, now I hope you parks people are good at taking notes, because I’m going to move quickly here.  Here we go, slide one, how to tell if Asians have infested your forest. 

A SLIDE WITH THIS CAPTION IS DISPLAYED.

WES (cont’d)
All right, now, as most of us already know, the Asian is a wiley, agile creature.  It can be difficult to catch an Asian in the act—

REPORTER
Um, excuse me—

WES
Sir, we’re not taking questions until the end of the presentation.

REPORTER
Oh, it’s not so much a question as—I noticed you’re referring to these bugs as “Asians.”  It almost sounds as if you’re talking about Asian people.

WES LOOKS OVER TO COMMITTEE.

WES
Who the fuck is this guy?

THE COMMITTEE SHRUGS.

WES
(to REPORTER) Who the fuck are you?

REPORTER
I’m Max Tomlin, a reporter for The New York Times.

WES
Oh, go fucking figure.  Mr. Tomlin, thank you for your comment, but I think it goes without fucking saying that we’re talking about Asian beetles here, not Asian people.

REPORTER
Yes, but—

WES
Now, I’d love to stand here all day, sip lattes, and debate liberal bullshit semantics with you, but the fact is, these little fuckers are out there devouring our trees as we speak, and if we don’t hurry our national forests will be fucking gone.  Now, if you please.

BEAT.  REPORTER SITS DOWN.

WES
All right, now where was I?  Oh right, these Asians are a wiley bunch.  Any forests with a high percentage of maples or evergreens are particularly at risk.  The following are tell-tale signs that Asian Americans have been running amok in your area.

REPORTER
Excuse me.

WES
Jesus fucking Christ, what is it now?

REPORTER
Did you just refer to these bugs as Asian Americans?

WES COVERS MIC.

WES
 (TO COMMITTEE) Can we do something about this asshole?

COMMITTEE MEMBERS SHRUG HELPLESSLY.

WES
Yes, yes, I did.  Because these bugs are Asian, and they’re in the fucking country of America.  Is there something wrong with that?  Is that not “hip” or “P.C.” enough to put next to your fucking Maureen Dowd columns and Sunday Styles Sections?

REPORTER
It’s not that, it’s just that—

WES
Hey, you.  Mr. Chinese Guy there in the back.

CHINESE GUY IN THE AUDIENCE STANDS UP.

CHINESE GUY
Yes?

WES
Do you have a problem with me referring to these beetles as “Asians” or “Asian Americans”?  Is that in any way distasteful or offensive to you?

CHINESE GUY
No, not at all.  Let’s just save our forests already.

WES
Thank you.  You may sit down.

CHINESE GUY SITS DOWN.

CHINESE GUY
Fucking New York Times Liberal Bullshit.

WES
Mr. Tomlin, I hope that addresses your concern.  Now, as I was saying, if we don’t stop these Asians from spreading, they’re going to take all the highest paying jobs and overcharge us for dry cleaning.

REPORTER
All right, now you’re clearly talking about Asian human beings.

WES

Lord All Mighty.  I wasn’t being literal, dipshit!  “Take all the highest paying jobs and overcharge us for drycleaning” is shorthand for “take down our redwoods and overwhelm our ecosystem!”

REPORTER
How is it shorthand if it takes just as long to say?

WES
Okay, fine.  You win. I’m a racist. That’s right, Wes P. Gundrickson is a big, fat, fucking, poopy-pants-ed racist.  Shout it from the blogosphere!  Engrave it on your iPhones!  Tattoo it onto Arianna Huffington’s wrinkled, perfumed pussy!  Whoop-dee-doo!  Barack Obama for President!  There, are you happy now? 

REPORTER
Not really.

WES
Well too bad.  Now, in order to tell if your forest has been infested, you must first be able to identify the bug itself.  But because Asian Americans are so tiny and lightning fast, we’ve been unable get a detailed photograph.  However, we were able to get our hands on this artist’s rendering.

SLIDE- PENCIL DRAWING OF ASIAN GUY WITH A MOUSTACHE SMOKING A CIGARETTE AND WEARING TWO LONG BLACK HORNS.  THERE IS A DIALOGUE BUBBLE THAT READS “ME GO PEE-PEE IN YOUR COKE.”

REPORTER
All right, this is just ridiculous.

WES
Oh look, here comes the Thought Police again, here to take us away.    What’s the problem now?

REPORTER
What’s the problem?  That’s just an Asian guy smoking a cigarette!

WES
Look, I said there may have been—Hey, you’re right.  Who drew that cigarette in its mouth? These things don’t smoke.

SIMON BERNARD
Wes, I have an idea. Why don’t we take a five-minute break so we can all cool down for a bit?

WES
Sit down, asshole.  I’m just getting started.  Now, as I was saying, the Asians aren’t going to leave of their own free will.  Fortunately, I’ve come up with a solution. 

NEXT SLIDE FLASHES.  IT READS “INTERNMENT CAMPS.”

WES (CON’T)
Now, internment camps are a simple and cost effective way to contain any—

SECURITY GUARDS ACCOST WES BY THE SHOULDERS.

WES (CON’T)
Hey, what’s going on?  Get your goddamned hands off me.  You fools!  We have to stop them before they go pee-pee in our cokes!

WES EXITS.  JASON GARFIELD, A MAN WEARING A COWBOY HAT, TAKES THE PODIUM.

JASON GARFIELD
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the National Forests Commission, I apologize for that horrid, ugly display of bigotry.  I assure you that the rest of this conference will take focus on the real threat facing our America’s forests: the Philipino Fag Bat.

A SLIDE FLASHES, SHOWING A GAY BAT WITH AN ASCOT AND A CIGARETTE HOLDER.

BLACKOUT.

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Yo Momma Sketch

Tuesday, August 19, 2008 by Matt

Here is a sketch I wrote last year.  It was for the Mother's Day episode of a now-defunct live sketch show called "8 Track."  Enjoy!
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The Yo Momma Sketch

by Matt Koff

Host CAROLYN CASTIGLIA is onstage.
CAROLYN
All right, now we're going to do something a little different. In celebration of both Mother's Day and the upcoming season premiere of the hit show "Yo Momma", 8 Track is going to hold a good old fashioned Yo Momma Joke Battle. Our first contestant has appeared on Snaps, Whitebread Snaps, Chinese Snaps, The Commonwealth of Independent Snaps, and Gingerbread Snaps: An MTV Holiday Ex-snaps-aganza. Please welcome, the 8 Track's own Robbie Sublett!  
ROBBIE
(nonchalant)
Whatup.
CAROLYN
Robbie has agreed to challenge one brave audience member to a Joke Battle to the Death, the winner of which will win dinner for two at the Olive Garden in Times Square. Any takers?
LOU
I'll do it!
Lou comes onstage.

CAROLYN
All right, there we go! What's your name, Sir?
LOU
My name's Lou.
CAROLYN
And you're familiar with how this kind of thing works?
LOU
Yeah, definitely.

CAROLYN
Okay. Then let the snappiiiing begin!

ROBBIE
Yo momma's so fat, when she goes on an airplane, she's gotta get 2 tickets.

ENTOURAGE
Ohhh!

LOU
Your momma's so—
Lou pauses, covers his face to hide the fact that he's crying.

CAROLYN
Lou, is, uh, is everything okay?

LOU
It's just— that's not an exaggeration. My mother does actually take up 2 seats when she's on an airplane.

ROBBIE
Oh… Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

LOU
That's all right, how could you have? When we boarded a plane last Christmas, we realized that her 2 seats weren't next to each other. She ended up having to sit in the aisle for the entire flight. But, it’s cool. You didn’t know.

CAROLYN
Lou, look, um, do you want to sit down?

LOU
(suddenly sober)
No, I want to keep playing.

ROBBIE
I don't know, I feel sort of weird doing this now.

LOU
No no, it's fine. They're just jokes. Hey, your mom's like the neighborhood bicycle. Everybody gets a ride.

ENTOURAGE
Ohhhhh!

ROBBIE
Well yo momma's so fat, when she goes bungee jumping, she brings the bridge with her.
Lou breaks down in tears again.

LOU
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just, last summer, I decided to take Momma (gets choked up, tries to get the words out) bungee jumping for her birthday. Bob the Bungeemaster assured me the Footbridge was strong enough to support someone of Momma’s... stature. But oh how wrong Bob was. I just thank God she skipped breakfast that morning, or else she may not have been able to eat her way out of the wreckage. 
Lou bawls. Carolyn comforts him.

CAROLYN
Jesus, Lou. She survived though, right?
LOU
The doctors said it was a miracle. Apparently she broke both her legs... and gravy came out.
Lou cries. Carolyn consoles Lou by putting his head on her shoulder.

CAROLYN
(to Robbie)
What the hell is the matter you?
ROBBIE
Me?! How was I supposed to know his mother was the size of aircraft carrier?

LOU
(bawling)
Aircraft Carrier, that’s her nickname at PTA meetings.
ROBBIE
Look, this stupid contest was your idea.
CAROLYN
Well, forget it. The contest is called off!
LOU
(sober)
No, no, wait, guys, come on, it's cool. Check this one out. Hey Robbie, what do you call it when 5 cavemen jerk off into a cup and your momma drinks it?

ROBBIE
What?

LOU
Wednesday. Your mom's a prehistoric SLUT! BOOYA!

ENTOURAGE
Ohhh.
Lou high-fives some of the people in the entourage.

ROBBIE
All right, fuck this. Your momma's so fat, she jumped in the air and got stuck.

LOU
(breaks down)
It’s true!

ROBBIE
Oh come on. Your mother did not get stuck in the air, that’s impossible.

LOU
Hey you weren’t there! Every night before I go to sleep, I still see those swollen legs swinging in the air as if God himself were dangling 2 giant breakfast sausages above the human race. It took 8 long hours to get her down. The Fire Department had to use the jaws of life. And if that weren’t bad enough, when she came down, she… landed on a rainbow and Skittles popped out. Oh god, it was awful! (Weeps.)
ROBBIE
Wait, what’s so bad about that last part?

LOU
Because then she ate the Skittles, Rob! Her bloodsugar's way too high as it is!
ROBBIE
Okay, I’m sorry. Geez.
CAROLYN
Here, Lou. Take the gift certificate.

LOU
Yes! Hey, Mom! We won! We won!
LOU'S MOM (BEASTLY V.O.)
Good job, Son! Now let's get over there before Mamma Mia lets out.
 CAROLYN
(looking around) Oh, your mom’s in the audience?

LOU
Oh, sort of. See, my momma's so fat, we're inside her right now. (Exit Lou.)
Lou's mother's diabolical laughter reverberates through out the auditorium, and then fades out.
ROBBIE 
Damn.
THE END.

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New Video! The Wendy's Sketch!

Tuesday, May 06, 2008 by Matt

Featuring Soce the Elemental Wizard and a slew of other talented performers!




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Happy Holidays from Average Joe Cooking Show!

Friday, December 28, 2007 by Matt

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A sketch I did last Halloween.

Thursday, October 19, 2006 by Matt

If ever the 2 readers of my blog had a "favorite post," this is it.

Happy Halloween!

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Here's a sketch I did for the Saturday Night Rewritten show. It was a character/slideshow piece during the "Weekend Update Update" segment, based on nothing in the previous night's SNL.

Dan McCoy: Ladies and gentleman, here to catch up is an old friend of "everybody's":-- Waldo of "Where's Waldo" fame.

(Enter Waldo)

Waldo: Hey dudes, what's goin' on? Yeah, all right! As some of you may have noticed, I've been out of the public eye for a while, but I want to thank all of my devoted fans for all their concern. Here's one letter I got last week that I found really touching:

"DEAR WALDO,

WHERE ARE YOU? AND I DON'T MEAN, LIKE, I'M HAVING TROUBLE FINDING YOU IN THE BOOKS. I MEAN LIKE, WHERE ARE YOU?

YOUR FAN,
STOCKARD CHANNING"

Well Stockard, rest assured, the W-man is doing a-okay, though it has been a crazy couple of years. He's the rundown on what I've been up to the last few years.

It's 1995. I'm sorta burned out on the whole peekaboo-I-see-you thing so I get a gig touring as a roadie for the White Stripes.



Funny story how that happened: I was at a party in L.A. with Jack and Meg. I go up to them and I'm like Are you guys the White Stripes? And I'm like YEAH and I'm like guys I WEAR white stripes. I should be your roadie, and they're like whatever. So I did that for like a year and that was awesome but I had to take a time-out cuz I was gettin' a little too fond of the "morphine" if ya know what I mean:



So I checked myself into a rehab clinic.




It was so funny, on the first day I'm up there and I'm like My name is Waldo and I have a morphine problem and everyone is like "There you are! There you are!" (to Dan) cuz they were referencing the books, the Where's Waldo books.

Dan: Right.

Waldo: Anyhow, that's where I started studying Buddhism. After that I packed my shit up and headed out to Tibet and lived at a monastery for a couple years with those monk dudes.




That was pretty rad, y'know? I was climbin' to the top of this mountain, and the first thing I hear when I get up there is "Sing toa TOW. Sing toa TOW." And then--

Dan: Wait, what does that mean?

Waldo: Oh, I'm pretty sure it means "There you are! There you are!" in Tibetan. So after a couple of relapses...














...I finally found enlightenment.



That pretty much brings us up to present day. Things are going pretty well on the Waldometer-- I've finally found peace with myself, I'm working on a cookbook--Where's Waldo's Spatula?--and Miramax is producing my biopic which is in theatres this week, go see it!

Dan: What's it called?

Waldo: Oh it's called "Capote."




Dan: Um, I saw Capote. You weren't in it.

Waldo: Oh yeah? How close did you watch?




Dan: Where's Waldo, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Dan McCoy.

Rob: And I'm Rob Bates, goodnight.

(End)

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