“Con Air Rap” - Brand new @elephantlarry sketch! I edited and directed, @solomaniac laid down the phat beats, and Con Air continued to be awesome, as always.

Salty language in this one, so if you want a SFW version, you can watch that here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcfbcHS8ePI

Andrew W.K. destroys Christmas, in the most amazing way possible.

Andrew W.K. covers “Silent Night” | Video | Holiday Undercover | The A.V. Club

I Don’t Know What You Are (Sung to the tune of Bruno Mars “Just The Way You Are”)

Her lips, her lips

They both end in fingertips

Her hair, her hair

Is dark and spiky like a bear

She’s so horrible

And I tell her every day

When I see your face

It’s a jumble I can’t place

Girl you’re a monster

And I don’t know what you are

I’m just no good at song parodies. Not looking for sympathy, just my big problem is, I can never get the original out of my head, and end up just aping the rhymes/words from the original, rather than creating my own. It becomes an exercise in find and replace, rather than creation.

So whenever I attempt a song parody, it ends up like the above: a fragment, given up about halfway through. Though sometimes, like this one, they just get stuck in your head, and the only way of getting ‘em out is writing them down.

You’re welcome!

I will never, ever buy a Beatles album. Ever. I will not buy a song by the Beatles, or a compilation, or even a CD as a joke for a friend. It’s not because I hate The Beatles… It’s because there’s no reason to. At all.

Let’s play Devil’s advocate… Why would you want to buy a Beatles Album?

You: “I want to listen to The Beatles.”

Okay, turn on the radio. Seriously, turn on the radio and flip through the dial, and I guarantee you The Beatles are playing somewhere, on some channel, right now.

You: “But I don’t have a radio!”

Sure you do. Even if you only have a CD player in your home, your TV gets radio. Trust me.

You: “I live in a hut with no electricty.”

Then you don’t really need any CDs, do you? But go one hut over, I’m sure they’re listening to The White Album right now.

You: “Okay, fine, fine, I accept The Beatles are playing somewhere right now, but what if I want to listen to another song that’s not playing right now.”

It should be on shortly, hang tight.

You: “But I want to listen to a reeeeally obscure Beatles song.”

No you don’t, you want to listen to “Help.” Or maybe “Yellow Submarine,” but probably not. Also? There are no obscure Beatles songs, they’re songs by The Beatles.

You: “Fine, fine. But I like to have CDs on my shelf that show people what I like.”

Are you kidding? Everybody already knows you love The Beatles. They’re The Beatles. It’s like having food in your refrigerator, no one is going to be impressed you own food. Save your money. And so will I.

“Two Snookies that became Ke$ha,” is probably the best description of this possible.

Millionaires Will Appall You Like You’re A Parent | Best Week Ever

I often tell my sketch students it’s cleverer - and more difficult - to take something dirty and make it clean, than vice versa. This does a good job of that.

I just came from narrowly missing my friend running in the New York Marathon. What I didn’t miss was the awesome music playing at the Dunkin’ Donuts across the street from us…

It was a metal band called Steel Wolf, who had the brilliant idea to play their new album as loud as possible while everyone ran down the street. So you could cheer on all of your friends, while being serenading by such hits as “Shoplifting Bananas,” and “Spread The Love Mayonnaise.”

Easily the best song, though, was “Stinkfinger!” which was just that word repeated over and over and over again. Better than that was what the wife thought they were singing, which was “Snake Bingo!” So we’ve been singing “Snake Bingo” all day. Here’s the lyrics:

Snake Bingo (Sung to the tune of “Stinkfinger!”)
Snake Bingo
Snake Bingo
Snake Bingo
Never play bingo,
with a snake!
(Repeat)