Comedy Skits Script Novels & Stories

Mom is biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Yeah, you’ll get better with time,” Bridget retorts, making everyone say ‘OHHHHH’ out loud. “I’m sorry, but who was screaming so loud in pleasure it alerted everyone?” Wesley asks. “There is no shame in my game.” “Can you two stop with the flirting for ten fucking minutes? We are about to be attacked,” Evander yells. “Sorry, Snookums,” Wesley jokes. Now everyone is laughing. Even Dad and Evander.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have listened to Skye’s advice. You know, now that I’m saying it out loud, I’m realizing I really probably shouldn’t have listened to Skye’s advice.” “Did he give you a script?” Addison asks, still laughing. “He told me that he would do the dishes for a whole week if I promised to use the lines he gave me,” Javan groans. “I think he just likes feeling important.” “I don’t think you need his lines,” Addison says with a shrug. “You performed perfectly well at the bar with no coaching at all.”

I_pooped OH, PLEASE, I WILL DO WHATEVER I NEED TO, IN OREDER TO EDUCATE WILLY. Cereal_killer WE ARE HAVING BREAKFAST, FOR GOD'S SAKE! Noah's wifey THIS CONVERSATION DOESN'T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE. I_pooped SO, WILLY...TELL ME. DID YOUR MOM EVER GIVE YOU THE TALK? Quinn_beach OMG, HAHAHAHA, CHARLIE TRIPPED OVER A FORK TOO. Cereal_killer OH MAN, THIS IS TOO FUNNY. Will_the_devil

" I looked at her, at that smug, self-satisfied expression, and the corners of my lips curled into a meaningful smile. "You're right, Vanessa. Navigating relationships is important. I hope your people skills will be enough to answer Gilla Group's questions regarding the core data." Her expression flickered for a split second, but she quickly regained her arrogance. "That's not something an errand runner like you needs to worry about. I've got the proposal right here, so why wouldn't I be able to answer the questions? You just stay here and keep fetching water for me."

“One date. Just one. No more matchmaking. No more Bob updates. No more random photos of his rice warehouse.” She squealed and grabbed her phone like a giddy teenager. “Oh, I’m calling Bob’s mom right now. She’s going to be so excited!” Behind her, Skylar and Katie were already miming wedding veils.. Katie even made a heart shape with her hands and mouthed, Mrs. Bob. I glared at them so hard my eyes almost fell out of my head. “I hope your pillows are warm on both sides forever,” I whispered threateningly. Mom was still humming happily as she typed away on her phone, probably texting Bob’s mom and half of the women’s group chat at church.

I asked, recalling how I ended up getting laid all because of their silly idea. “Baby girl, you need to know when to shoot your shot…these men who come here…are filthy rich,” CJ said and poured himself a drink, what he said made no sense to me. I wasn't the type of girl who trapped men for money. “What makes you think,” “This is a free world…just make a pick and have fun,” CJ added with a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. I was about to reply when Skylar joined us, she looked tired from a distance.

She opened the door, and we hopped down to the ground. Our hair was a mess, our clothes wrinkled. Applause stopped us cold. Four or five truckers stood in front of the rig. The sun had risen, and they’d clearly seen everything. One whistled. “Damn, girls. You telling us the show’s over already?” Skye grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, tilting her head and deliberately showing her tongue when she pulled away. The men stared, stunned. “There you go, boys,” she said smoothly. “That’s our encore. Should help speed things up later when you’re alone.”