It's called stream of consciousness. It's when you write and just throw things out there. Fish. Yeah. That was for you fans of random comedy. Which I think is you know alright. Here's something else for you fans of random comedy.
KILL YOURSELVES. With them gone this party can get started properly. Because they're probably 13 years old and fucking stupid. Oooh swearing. Aren't you grown up, John.
Man in street: [throwing eggs] Take that, society!
Other guy: What are you doing?
Man in street: I'm throwing eggs at society.
Other guy: Well aren't you a part of society?
Man in street: No I just throw eggs.
Other guy: May I join you? I've always loved throwing eggs.
Man in street: That's actually the real reason I do this. I don't mind society, I just like throwing eggs.
Montage of them throwing eggs in the park. Then in the cinema, at the zoo, finally in Paris.
Other guy: Oh, Steve. I think I'm...well in love with you.
Man in Street: Nick?
Other guy: Will you marry me, Steve?
Man in Street: I think too many of these sketches end in gay marriage, Steve.
Other guy: Well then.
There see how FUCKING FUNNY that was. You're probably FUCKING LAUGHING from all the jokes.
Except there weren't any jokes. This is a serious piece, about society. See, we all like throwing eggs, and some of us enjoy sodomy, but society is evil and needs to be destroyed.