October 2010
1 post
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
4 posts
July 2010
5 posts
Scrababble →
Read Sean Ferrell’s hilarious piece about the new Scrabble rules on Electric Literature’s Outlet Blog. Then come hear him read from his new novel this Wednesday at Paper Cone!
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Paper Cone V (the V means 5 and also looks like a...
If you missed out on Paper Cone 5: America’s Funniest Home Paper Cones, you were wrong. So I’ll make it up to you and tell you what happened! You missed stories about childhood lemonade stands! gay porn! vomit! trips abroad! Weezer! You missed me and Kayla in all our glory, accidentally hitting audience members with the mic stand (me) and spilling mimosa on our shirts (also me)! You...
June 2010
3 posts
WatchJosh Duboff reads at Paper Cone 4 (Pen 15: A Night of Pranks)!
“In other words, someone lost a bet/ Salman Rushdie dropped out and Paper Cone Stories invited me to participate in their latest reading this Wednesday. If you’re in NYC you should go. I will probably be drunk again, I will most certainly call everyone the wrong name and if I make the mistake of wearing any kind of shoes, I’ll probably trip in them. On stage. Dress over the head, papers...
May 2010
7 posts
Paper Cone 4 Was the Best Night of My Life
HA. GOTCHA! Not really, guys. The best night of my life was when I was in 8th grade and I was staying at a hotel in NYC with my mom and as we were leaving the lobby for dinner the guy in front of me held open the door and smiled and it was PAUL REISER. But Paper Cone 4 holds a pretty close second.
I’m just kind of shocked at how awesome all of our readers were. Some of them I had never even...
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PAPER CONE 4: YOU'VE BEEN JO-BRO'D
HEY GUYS! GUESS WHAT?
YOU’VE BEEN JO-BRO’D!!!!!!!!
JK. THAT’S WHAT IT’S CALLED WHEN THE JONAS BROTHERS PRANK YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S CALLED YET WHEN ME & KAYLA PRANK YOU. WE’RE STILL WORKING ON IT. BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER, BECAUSE THIS ISN’T A PRANK, THIS IS REAL LIFE. AND IT’S HAPPENING NEXT WEEK.
COME LISTEN TO SOME...
paper cone 3 results just in: it was sick
I couldn’t have dreamed it better. Well, I guess I could have. In my dream, after the performances, we would have knocked down a wall at Jack’s with giant hammers and remodeled the whole place (to some montage-y music of course, maybe some motown?) and then had a huge dance party on top of all the rubble. But let’s face it, that just ain’t gonna happen. (At least not until...