Hey commoners! It's the new hot celebrity lip dub of the hot new pop song, "Call Me Maybe!"
Starring Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, and Ashley Tisdale! Oh joy! Tell your friends to come to Weak Thrust, your #1 source for all things Call Me Maybe.
Are you happy you goddamn plebeians? For years, I have bestowed upon you the most creative and cutting edge material by way of my brilliant skits and posts. And obviously that has been reflected in my dominance of Weak Thrust's Monthly Popular Posts. And how I am I thanked? By you fuckers making one of Gap's post the most viewed post this month. What is that post you ask? It' is nothing but a goddamn picture! This goddamn picture:
THIS IS WHAT YOU PEOPLE CALL ENTERTAINMENT!?! JUST A FUCKING PICTURE???
You know there was a day when I would pander to the masses with pictures and memes of Casey Anthony for that sick bastard Mad Rocket Scientist. But apparently Mad Rocket Scientist is some sort of goddamn artist now who makes custom decals and is too cool to come fap to Casey Anthony exclusive nude pics. (Note to Tommy and Mr. Horse, related to this Mad Rocket Scientist blog, please see message at the bottom of post which is just for you.)
But no, I won't pander and maybe one day you commoners will realize what you have missed out by craving this cookie-cutter, mainstream garbage.
(door flies open...)
Eugene: Um Mr. Pembry, I believe you have a bit of selective memory in regard to the popularity of your posts.
Pembry: The fuck you just say to me?
Eugene: This post suggests that your skits and other "creative" posts arewhat generated traffic to this blog. In fact it was, and remains your posts about memes. People aren;t coming here because they enjoy your material, they are driven here because you post about memes. It was the same childish material that you are now condemning in Gap's post.
Pembry: Like hell it is! Right now my Olivia Munn poetry post is one of the top viewed posts!
Eugene: Probably because people are doing image searches for those pics.
Pembry: Fuck you, you goddamn fact checker. Hell, no one reading this post probably even knows who you are. And why? Because they did not take a little bit of time out of their day (say 15-20 hours) to click on our "skits" tag so they could get up to speed on all of the inside jokes and self-referential humor that makes this blog so great. Mr. Horse did that, and that's why he is the second most popular commenter on this blog, and he would be first if he was a hot Dane in her mid-twenties with the cutest smile in the world and what I can only assume are the most perk...
(dog door swings open)
Gap Dog: Bark!
Pembry: What?
Gap Dog: Bark!
Pembry: No, I'm not being creepy!
Gap Dog: Bark!
Pembry: Fine, I'll stop. Not that the damn readers of this post have any idea who you are. Fine, whatever. OK readers, if you want this mainstream shit, ,here you go. I'll post all things Call Me Maybe, and all things related such as Justin Bieber nude pics or Justin Bieber Selena Gomez sex tape. Hell, I will even post updates relating to that strumpet mop. Why did I call Ashley Tisdale a strumpet mop? READ THE GODDAMN SKITS YOU ASSHOLES AND FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELVES! I AM NOT HERE TO HOLD YOUR HANDS!
And fine, you want some memes! Here!
Get it? Call me Maeby! It's a reference to Arrested Development, another masterpiece that failed because you goddamn plebeians can't go back and watch old episodes so you get all the self-referential jokes. Fuck this, maybe Emo Ostrich is right.
Special Note to trolls Tommy and Mr. Horse re: Mad Rocket Scientist's new blog:
Showing posts with label this skit is so meta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label this skit is so meta. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Pembry is Pissed
(meanwhile at beNNate Syndicate...)


Emma: Pembry...

Pembry: What?
Emma: It is about fantasy football...
Pembry: I told you, I stopped caring about fantasy football.
Emma: Yeah but... well you should just see this.
/Emma shows Pembry photo


Pembry: THAT WIFE-FUCKING BACK-STABBING BASTARD. AND THAT NO GOOD CHEATING MOP!
/Pembry storms into Ashley's suite
Pembry: YOU WHORE!

Ashley: Oh don't you even start mister!
Pembry: What the fuck are you doing with that boringly overage hick?
Ashley: Why are you spending all your time with that home wrecker Emma? And why aren't we in skits anymore? I am your wife! She is your fact checker! We are supposed to be in skits. You rarely do them at all and when you do we aren't in them.
Pembry: News flash! You stopped being relevant and she started being 18. No one cares about either of you!
Ashley: That hurts Pemby!
Pembry: PembRy. With a goddamn R! Whatever whore, I don't even care enough to hobble you!
/Pembry storms out and heads to 5head fetish fantasy football corporation

Pembry: Gentleman! I am back. Who did I put in charge here while I was gone?

Jerry: Me sir.
Pembry: Well GTFO! I am back in charge. OK, who is my QB? Peyton? Devil Eyes?
(door flies open...)

Permbry: Wipe that goddamn smirk off your face! You are terrible this year. And you are making V-Jax worthless. If I didn't respect you so goddamn much for being such an arrogant obnoxious hot-headed asshole, I'd probably bench you. Not GTFO. MoJo?
(door flies open...)

Pembry: You tiny little bastard, if I wanted a RB worth 9 points every week i would have drafted S Jax. Now GTFO! Chris Johnson?
(door flies open...)

/Pembry gets tear in eye
Pembry: He's my Running-back Pa, I'll shoot him.
/Pembry takes Chris Johnson behind shed and shoots him
Pembry: The rest of you?
(door flies open...)

Pembry: I have no idea who any of you are. GTFO! Now go win this week. We gotta make the playoffs and crush that asshole Gap for fucking my wife. Now what's our record? I assume we are in first? Tied for first?
/Pembry sees record
Pembry: Oh damn! Good luck with all that.
/Pembry hands clipboard back to Jerry and skulks away
Pembry: Plan B I guess.

Ashley: Pembry, I will never cheat on you again, I swear!
Pembry: I know that you won’t, dear.
/cue Moonlight Sonata

Pembry: Ashley, do you know about the early days at the beNNate diamond mines?
Ashley: Pembry, what are you talking about? Why are you wearing that dress?
Pembry: Do you know what they did to the native workers who stole diamonds?

Ashley: Pembry… you already did this in a skit. Almost word for word!
Pembry: Don't worry. They didn't kill them. That would be like junking a Mercedes just because it had a broken spring.
Ashley: Pembry, turn off that music. You are creeping me out… at least do something different. This is lazy. This is basically the skit version of The Hangover 2...
Pembry: No, they had to make sure they could go on working, but they also had to make sure they could never run away. The operation was called "hobbling”.

Ashley: Pembry... whatever you're thinking about doing, please don't do it.
/Pembry gets out sledgehammer

Ashley: Pembry, for God's sake...
Pembry: Shh, darling. Trust me. It's for the best.
Ashley: Pembry, please!

/Pembry hobbles left ankle
Ashley: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Pembry: Almost done. Just one more.
/Pembry hobbles right ankle
Ashley: AAAHH!!!! GGOOODDDDUUUUUUHH!!!!!!!!!
Pembry: God, I love you.

Pembry: (shouting to heavens) You can't sodomize my mop wife in the shower when her ass is planted in a wheelchair you asshole! Also I never read that book!
(meanwhile...)

Emma: Did you hear something?
Gap: Nah.
Emma: No, it sounded like someone yelling.
Gap: Just your imagination.

Brought: No, I think she is right.
Gap: You are really a sick fuck, you know that?


Emma: Pembry...
Pembry: What?
Emma: It is about fantasy football...
Pembry: I told you, I stopped caring about fantasy football.
Emma: Yeah but... well you should just see this.
/Emma shows Pembry photo

Pembry: THAT WIFE-FUCKING BACK-STABBING BASTARD. AND THAT NO GOOD CHEATING MOP!
/Pembry storms into Ashley's suite
Pembry: YOU WHORE!

Ashley: Oh don't you even start mister!
Pembry: What the fuck are you doing with that boringly overage hick?
Ashley: Why are you spending all your time with that home wrecker Emma? And why aren't we in skits anymore? I am your wife! She is your fact checker! We are supposed to be in skits. You rarely do them at all and when you do we aren't in them.
Pembry: News flash! You stopped being relevant and she started being 18. No one cares about either of you!
Ashley: That hurts Pemby!
Pembry: PembRy. With a goddamn R! Whatever whore, I don't even care enough to hobble you!
/Pembry storms out and heads to 5head fetish fantasy football corporation
Pembry: Gentleman! I am back. Who did I put in charge here while I was gone?

Jerry: Me sir.
Pembry: Well GTFO! I am back in charge. OK, who is my QB? Peyton? Devil Eyes?
(door flies open...)

Permbry: Wipe that goddamn smirk off your face! You are terrible this year. And you are making V-Jax worthless. If I didn't respect you so goddamn much for being such an arrogant obnoxious hot-headed asshole, I'd probably bench you. Not GTFO. MoJo?
(door flies open...)

Pembry: You tiny little bastard, if I wanted a RB worth 9 points every week i would have drafted S Jax. Now GTFO! Chris Johnson?
(door flies open...)

/Pembry gets tear in eye
Pembry: He's my Running-back Pa, I'll shoot him.
/Pembry takes Chris Johnson behind shed and shoots him
Pembry: The rest of you?
(door flies open...)

Pembry: I have no idea who any of you are. GTFO! Now go win this week. We gotta make the playoffs and crush that asshole Gap for fucking my wife. Now what's our record? I assume we are in first? Tied for first?
/Pembry sees record
Pembry: Oh damn! Good luck with all that.
/Pembry hands clipboard back to Jerry and skulks away
Pembry: Plan B I guess.
Ashley: Pembry, I will never cheat on you again, I swear!
Pembry: I know that you won’t, dear.
/cue Moonlight Sonata
Pembry: Ashley, do you know about the early days at the beNNate diamond mines?
Ashley: Pembry, what are you talking about? Why are you wearing that dress?
Pembry: Do you know what they did to the native workers who stole diamonds?
Ashley: Pembry… you already did this in a skit. Almost word for word!
Pembry: Don't worry. They didn't kill them. That would be like junking a Mercedes just because it had a broken spring.
Ashley: Pembry, turn off that music. You are creeping me out… at least do something different. This is lazy. This is basically the skit version of The Hangover 2...
Pembry: No, they had to make sure they could go on working, but they also had to make sure they could never run away. The operation was called "hobbling”.

Ashley: Pembry... whatever you're thinking about doing, please don't do it.
/Pembry gets out sledgehammer
Ashley: Pembry, for God's sake...
Pembry: Shh, darling. Trust me. It's for the best.
Ashley: Pembry, please!
/Pembry hobbles left ankle
Ashley: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Pembry: Almost done. Just one more.
/Pembry hobbles right ankle
Ashley: AAAHH!!!! GGOOODDDDUUUUUUHH!!!!!!!!!
Pembry: God, I love you.
Pembry: (shouting to heavens) You can't sodomize my mop wife in the shower when her ass is planted in a wheelchair you asshole! Also I never read that book!
(meanwhile...)

Emma: Did you hear something?
Gap: Nah.
Emma: No, it sounded like someone yelling.
Gap: Just your imagination.

Brought: No, I think she is right.
Gap: You are really a sick fuck, you know that?
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