This fine edition of The Hammadown is lovingly presented to the public on the anniversary of the “drop-down day” of The Hammadown’s original editor-in-spleef, Weeeyum Stephenson. It contains stories of wrong dealings, joke tellings, pizza deliverings, antics havings and an ending so shocking you’ll have to read it to believe it.
Spoiler Alert: It’s actually a pretty standard ending…
In this “Weee-morial” chapter of the Hammadown we acknowledge the demise and celebrate the life of our forever tablemate, sweat out bad beats, speed-eat delicious cookies, laugh at many funny spoken words, and welcome a visitor from outside our ultra-exclusive circle jerk…
When I submitted to The Late Show, 15 out of 18 of their writers were white males. Hell, I’m not even sure (ME)TWO of their writers were women, let alone women of color. So there was a pretty good chance they’d probably go in a different direction, but I sure had fun writing the jokes anyway.
What are you waiting for?!
Two years ago, I submitted to write for The Break with Michelle Wolf because I love her comedy and knew it would be a very good show. These were the monologue jokes I wrote for her at the time, so think of Michelle as you read them.
In this chapter of The Hammadown, we gather for the final game of the decade, eat like it’s the final meal of our lives, please our ears with some hidden funky treasure, and celebrate the numerous one-liners that keep us coming back for more…
In this chapter of The Hammadown, we learn about humble beginnings, not-so-humble name-dropping, how not to order food delivery, what we think is funny when we’re purposefully acting like a-holes, and what it’s like to be on the cold end of a “cooler”…
Welcome to the maiden re-voyage of “The Hammadown”, a humorous-to-hilarious recap of the Eddie Brill Poker Game originally written by William Whitfield Stephenson III who recently jumped off this spinning rock we call home.
In this edition we bid an epic farewell to our friend with music, merriment, and more food than should be legally aloud at any size gathering. Then, the players play while semi-watching the completely-shitty “Super” Bowl and discussing possible future plans for Bootsy Collins…
As the title of this entry baldy states, this is a brief history of the EBPG poker game. When did it start? Who was there? Has anybody I give a shit about played in the game? Did you really order a custom-made table from North Carolina?! Why?! How have you stayed ahead of the law all these years? All these questions and more will soon be answered…
