Why? Why do I hate them?
Well, look.
Welcome to the Party
A short play.
By Heather Meyer
The Most Average-est:
Hi Bingo, how are you? This birthday party smells weird.
The Shortest:
Oh, I know I can barely see over everyone's crotch so imagine the smell I am smelling. I wish I could blow my nose but I can't reach the tissues.
Smartest Person:
The reason the smell is so thick in this room is because the cake has been baked with feces folded in to the frosting, I can tell because I had a book published about my hometown once.
Girliest Person:
It smells like sparkles. I like sparkles. Oh pink. I am such a girl.
Fattest Person:
Hey, here I am, tons of fun is here!
The Honest(est):
You're obese and you are making the smell worse. I am just being honest.
(The Fattest punches the Honest(est))
The Manliest:
Oh! Right cross, nice do you work out? What about the MMA fight last night? I kept thinking about it as I was parking my monster truck on top of some pussies(men not cats or lady bits) outside the fighting cage this morning.
The Fattest:
I would but I am too fat to ride horses so I can't work out.
The Most Average-est:
(to The Honest(est) who is still on the floor bleeding)
Are you alright?
(The Clumsiest trips over the fallen The Honest(est))
The Honest(est):
Ouch! I am already bleeding and I don't have health insurance.
The Smartest:
According to the new health care reform you will get fined for that, I know because I had a paperback book about my hometown published ten years ago.
The Clumsiest:
Oops! My bad! I am so clumsy! That is why I can't have nice things.
The Honest(est):
Or nice friends.
The Meanest:
(Pointing at The Honest(est))
Bitch!
(Pointing at The Clumsiest)
Stumpy whore leg!
The End.
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