Thursday, December 29, 2011

COLLEGE REUNION - A NEW PLAY! Starring: Nelly (the rapper)!

College Reunion
By: Gab Bonesso, Phineas (the Shark) and Mrs. Palfrey (the Claremont)
Scene one: Gab’s bedroom. Gab is rushing around cleaning the room as though company is about to arrive. Mrs. Palfrey is laying in Gab’s bed naked reading a Martha Stewart Living Magazine from the 1990’s. Phineas is in the corner of the room seated at an imaginary card table. He is playing Texas Hold Em’ with Lady Gaga, Peter Falk and Gab’s father (who is a ghost).
MRS PALFREY
(to Gab)
What the Hell is your problem?
GAB
I don’t have a problem.
PHINEAS
Could you ladies shut your pie holes?!! Me and the boys are playin’ cards at my new card table.
GAB
What about Lady Gaga?
LADY GAGA
Who are you calling a lady?
(Gab walks over to Mrs. Palfrey and throws a robe over her face.)
GAB
Put that on. We have a guest coming.
PHINEAS
Aww, hell nah brah!
GAB
Oh. Hell yes. Brah...ther?
LADY GAGA
Who’s coming? I was not told anyone would be coming. 
GAB
My guest is only the most important person to me from my four years in college.
MRS PALFREY
Oh, is it your college best friend Moira?
GAB
Nope.
PHINEAS
Is it your mentor Dr. Thornton?
GAB
Nope.
LADY GAGA

Oh… For piss sake. WHO? Who is coming over to this shitty, childhood bedroom that smells of nasal spray and toots?!!
GAB
Nelly!
LADY GAGA
Nelly who?
GAB
“Nelly who?” Phineas. KICK IT!
(Suddenly Phineas flips over his imaginary card table and reveals his imaginary DJ equipment. He pulls out Nelly’s “Hot in Here” on vinyl and drops a needle on that shiz. The song begins to play and Phineas, Mrs. Palfrey and Gab begin to dance a clearly, choreographed routine. When the song ends, Lady Gaga stands up. Tears dripping from the corners of her heavily made-up eyes streak down the foundation cake covering her naturally non-descriptive face. She applauds and then without reason jumps out of a second-story window. The lights fade.)
Scene Two: The left corner area of Gab’s bedroom. Phineas, Mrs. Palfrey, Gab and Nelly are all seated at a coffee table built for children or elves. They are all drinking imaginary green tea and eating real finger sandwiches. Gab’s mom just whipped up a batch of ham salad and smeared that shiz on crostinis. Nelly seems pissed.
MRS PALFREY
What’s with the frown, Mr. Nelly?
PHINEAS
It’s just Nelly, you old fool!
MRS PALFREY
Who are you calling old? I recall at your last birthday party Gab and I sticking over 400 birthday candles into your Morningstar tuna steak!
PHINEAS
Yeah, but shark years are different than characters from direct to video movie years. I’m like a five year old compared to your old, British, fictional ass!
GAB
(pulling at her shirt collar)
Yikes, Nelly. I don’t know about you but shiz is “getting hot in herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre”. (there is an excruciating long, awkward pause.  Gab clears her throat and asks.) More ham salad, Nelly?
(BLACKOUT)
Scene Three: Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey are backstage during Nelly’s performance at Madison Square Garden in NYC. Gab is wearing a Run DMC shirt, Mrs. Palfrey is wearing a trench coat and pearls (nothing more) and Phineas is wearing a bow tie. They are all awkwardly seated on a very small love-seat located in Nelly’s green room. There are other people in the green room. People much cooler and much more urban than Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey. A man called Leroy pulls out a water bong and begins to pass it around. Gab, unsure how to handle the situation, drops it on the ground so that it shatters into thousands and millions of pieces. Leroy yelps, runs over to the shattered glass and begins to scream.
LEROY
What the hell is your problem? That was Nelly’s favorite GD bong. He got that on his fifth honeymoon in Vegas. He’s going to kill you. How in the hell are you going to fix this?
GAB
(terrified and feeling very white)
It’s just that, umm, my mom doesn’t like us to be around drugs… (her voice begins to trail off because when she gets scared she mumbles).
LEROY
Your mom what?
GAB
(Gab speaks but it is inaudible. Like the grown-ups from Peanuts cartoons)
WAHWAHWAHWAHWAH.
(At this point, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey both know what needs to be done. They look at one another and without missing a beat Phineas floats over and locks the green room door. He immediately presses his back dorsal fin against the closed door as though to block anyone from exiting. Mrs. Palfrey rips open her trench coat to reveal both the loveliest string of pearls around her neck and her duo of shotguns that she has now pulled out of her trench coat and is aiming them both at Leroy. Palfrey screams.)
MRS PALFREY
(quoting a line from the motion picture Pulp Fiction)
Don’t anybody move this is a robbery!
PHINEAS
No it aint! This is a mother-fucking drug bust! Get your hands, fins or whatever up before I fill you full of lead!
LEROY
(chuckling)
We’re supposed to believe that you losers are DEA?!!! Now that shit is funny.
(Gab who is still silently standing over shards of broken bong glass finally looks up and speaks to Leroy.)
GAB
No, we’re not DEA. We are DEAD.
LEROY
That spells dead, you idiot.
GAB
We know. (suddenly speaking in a child’s voice) We want you to join us, Leroy.
(At this point Phineas, Mrs. Palfrey and Gab start laughing in a weird, evil, hysterical sort of way. Then each of them points their guns at Leroy and within seconds, Leroy looks very similar to swiss cheese. The lights fade.)
Scene Four: Nelly is walking off of stage after delivering the performance of his career. His agent passes him in the hallway and screams, “This is going to be YOUR year!”. Nelly rounds the corner and opens the door to his green room. Leroy and a bunch of other men are scattered all over the room dead. Each one is filled with hundreds of bullet holes. Nelly looks around the room. He catches his reflection in a mirror. He lowers his eyes to his vanity. Seeing a box of Hello Kitty bandaids, he grabs it and opens the box. He pulls out the first bandaid and sticks it on his cheek.
NELLY
This one is for Leroy.
(He pulls out another bandaid and sticks it to his opposite cheek.)
NELLY
This one is for Herb.
(He pulls out another bandaid and sticks it to his nose.)
NELLY
This one is for Doktor 7.
(He continues to do this for all 17 corpses. By the end of this process, his entire face is covered in Hello Kitty bandaids. And for the first time in his life, he looks normal. BLACKOUT.)
THE END

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Monday, November 7, 2011

Book Club



Book Club
by: Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey
starring: Gab, Phineas, Mrs. Palfrey and the cast of the motion picture: The Shining

ACT ONE

Scene One

A basement. Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey are standing in a circle. All three are wearing jeans and "wife-beater" tank tops. They are barefoot. Well, except for Phineas. Technically he does not have feet.

Phineas

Do you know the first rule about book club?

Gab

Umm, yeah. Isn't it that you have to read the whole book?

Phineas punches Gab in the throat. She drops to the ground and begins to cough blood.

Phineas

Wrong! It's that you never, ever, EVER talk about book club! Got it?!!

Gab
(blood dripping out of her mouth)
But... How can we have a book club if we can't talk about the book?

Phineas pulls a shiv out of the right, back pocket of his Levis and stabs Gab directly in the center of her thigh. Gab's skin loses it's color as she falls to the ground. Mrs. Palfrey walks over to Gab's body. She shakes her head. She looks at Phineas

Mrs. Palfrey
(reaching out her hand)
Give me the shiv.

Phineas

But...

Mrs. Palfrey
(Shouting in that way when spit flies from her mouth while tiny tears drip from her eyes)
Give me the goddamn shiv before I break off your dorsal fin and gut you with it!!!!!!

Phineas
(handing Mrs. Palfrey the shiv)
Okay.

Gab begins to mumble. She's groaning and starting to writhe on the floor.

Mrs. Palfrey
(looking at Gab in disgust)
Goddammit. Look at what you've done now. You better clean up this mess!

Gab
(barely conscious)
I hear... I hear...(voice fading)

Mrs. Palfrey
(holding the shiv as though she were about to stab Phineas)
CLEAN UP THIS MESS RIGHT NOW!!!!

Gab
(weak, confused)
ringing.... I hear ringing.

Mrs. Palfrey
(diabolical)
KILL HER NOW!!!!

Phineas
(his eyes suddenly become strange)
Come on now dear chum. It's time for Phineas to eat up, I mean, clean up your BLOOD!

Phineas proceeds to bite into Gab's flesh. Ripping her legs and arms completely off of her body. Blood spilling every where while Gab mumbles about ringing. Mrs. Palfrey puts a Rachmaninoff album on a victrola located in the corner of the basement. Dry ice begins to waft from the ground up. The lights fade.

Scene Two

Gab is waking up from a terrible nightmare as her alarm on her iPhone both rings and plays her favorite piece by Rachmaninoff. She rips off her covers and awakens from a terrible nightmare. She is dripping wet with sweat. She looks around her bedroom. Mrs. Palfrey is passed out on her couch holding a brandy bottle as per always. Phineas is sound asleep in his hammock in the corner of the room. Gab sighs. Realizing that it was all a dream. Suddenly there is a knock on her bedroom door.

Mrs. Palfrey
(groggy and hung-over)
What the hell?

Gab
(shouting from her bed)
Come on in!

Jack Nicholson, Shelley Duval, Danny Lloyd and Scatman Carothers enter Gab's bedroom. At this point, Phineas wakes up.

Phineas

Uh oh...

Jack Nicholson

Gabby? Darling? Light of my life! 

Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey all look at one another, they each slap their hands against their face a la Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone and in unison scream.

Gab, Phinny, Mrs. Palfrey

REDRUM!!!!!!!

Blackout.

Scene Three

Gab, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey are all seated in a hotel lobby. Each is holding a copy of Stephen King's The Shining. Each are wearing their Sunday best. There is a small easel holding a poster board which simply reads: Book Club. Phineas leads the discussion.

Phineas
(smoking a pipe. bubbles not crack.)
I enjoyed the symbolism of the wasps and the wasp nest. It really tied the entire piece together for me. How about you Mrs. Palfrey?

Mrs. Palfrey
(playing with her pearl necklace and drinking an old-fashioned)
I hate American authors. However this book reminded me of the year I spent in Vermont trying to be a lesbian. Operative word: TRYING. God... I thought men were a handful. Women! Blah! 

Phineas
(confused by her response)
Okay. Not really anything to do with the book, but thanks for sharing. Gab? What did you like most about the book?

Gab

I think Danny was the killer.

Mrs. Palfrey
(now slurring her words)
Thanks for ruining the ending for me!

Phineas
(pissed off)
You were supposed to have finished the book already! (to Gab) What do you mean you think Danny is the killer? How could he be the killer? The hotel was haunted with evil spirits. Why are you blaming the little boy?!!!

Gab
(angry)
You can't tell me how to interpret art!

Gab's statement hits Phineas like a ton of bricks. He suddenly becomes withdrawn and extremely self-aware. His eyes well up with tears. He is filled with sorrow, regret and self-disappoinment.  After an excruciatingly long pause he finally speaks.

Phineas
(humbled)
You're right.

The lights fade as Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto Number Two is played in the background.

End Scene.






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Monday, September 26, 2011

Life is Good

The following are pictorial representations of Gab Bonesso's mind as drawn by Gab Bonesso:





And now...
A scene...
From Albee's...
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf...

NICK
(Indicating the abstract painting)
Who... who did the... ?

MARTHA

That? Oh, that's by...

GEORGE

... some Greek with a mustache Martha attacked one night in...

HONEY
(To save the situation)
Oh, ho, ho, ho, HO.

NICK

It's got a ... a ...

GEORGE

A quiet intensity?

NICK

Well, no... a ...

GEORGE

Oh. (Pause) Well, then, a certain noisy relaxed quality, maybe?

NICK
(Knows what GEORGE is doing, but stays grimly, coolly polite)
No. What I  meant was...

GEORGE

How about... uh ... a quietly noisy relaxed intensity.

HONEY

Dear! You're being joshed.

NICK
(cold)
I'm aware of that.

(A brief awkward silence.)

And now...
It's time...
For a video!



And now...
It's that time in the program...
For your favorite gang of friends...

The Adventures of Phineas (the Shark), Mrs. Palfrey (of the Claremont) and Gab!
Today's episode: 
THE MAILBOX

MOM
(yelling from upstairs)
Gab! Will you check the mail?

GAB
(yelling from downstairs)
No! What about the stink bugs?!!

MOM
(yelling from upstairs)
I don't care. I need my social security check to buy you toys!

GAB
(to herself)
TOYS!!!! Zoinks!

Gab begins to run in place like a cartoon character. Steam is  blowing out of her ears.  A sound omits from her mouth that can only be described as Daffy Duck speaking in tongues. She passes out on the floor. Motionless. Mrs. Palfrey and Phineas enter the room. They stand above Gab's body. Mrs. Palfrey is eating Planters Peanuts out of a can. Phineas is covered in paint.

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)

Oh my God! What happened to her?

MRS. PALFREY
(cold)
Perhaps she's dead.

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)
(checks her pulse)
Nope. She's alive.

MRS. PALFREY
(cool and collected)
Is she carrying any money?

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)
(checks her purse)
Nope. Only Monopoly money.

MRS. PALFREY
(angry)
Goddammit! I need cigs!

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)

Maybe we should throw cold water on her face?

MRS. PALFREY

 What about peanuts?

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)
(thinks for a moment)
Okay. Try it.

Mrs. Palfrey dumps the can of Planter's peanuts on Gab's face. Oddly and almost coincidentally the peanuts stick to Gab's face in the exact shape of a beard. It's almost uncanny how much the peanuts cause her to look like a lumberjack. Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey (both stoned) start laughing like maniacs.

MRS. PALFREY
(stops laughing abruptly)
You know? It is too bad that she's not actually dead.

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)
(shocked and uneasy at Mrs. Palfrey's statement)
Excuse me? That's my best friend that you are talking about.

MRS. PALFREY

No. I know. She's my best friend too. It's just... Well, if Gab died then you and I would be free to go wherever we wish and do whatever we want to do. Her death equals our freedom. She's our "Godot".

PHINEAS (THE SHARK)
(confused and frustrated)
I'm not sure what you mean, but I think we should stop talking and just wait for her to come back.

MRS. PALFREY
(satisfied)
Of course you do. We'll wait by her corpse. Just like yesterday. And the day before yesterday. And the day...(voice fades)

Lights Fade
End Scene










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Monday, August 29, 2011

Pool Party! NOT FOR EVERYONE! Well, WHY NOT?!!

Pool Party! written by: Phineas (the shark)
NOT FOR EVERYONE! written by: Mrs. Sarah Palfrey (the claremont)
Well, WHY NOT?!! written by: Gab Bonesso M.D. (doctor of madness)


This upcoming Labor Day we are having a party. Scratch that. A POOL party (to be exact).

My mother has informed us (me, Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey) that we are only permitted to invite 5 guests a piece. Phineas has already tried to "trade me" for a few guest slots. Apparently, some of his vegan friends from the Co-Op have children and 5 guests is not enough to invite them AND their little monsters. I don't care. That is the price he pays for having (a) a job and (b) co-workers.

Speaking of co-workers, Mrs. Palfrey and I don't have any. So there.

Also, I hate people/sharks who feel compelled to invite "work" friends to "family" events. GROSS. Find some real friends, ASSHOLE.

Mom said that if we keep arguing over our guest lists then the party will be cancelled due to Hurricane Irene and God's wrath. No. Wait. Michelle Bachman said that, not Mom.

Speaking of Michelle Bachman...




Like I said... She's paranormal. Also, she will NOT be invited to our pool party.

Mrs. Palfrey just sent me a text message that reads: git'N'lucky.

God, I wish she were texting from the Casino... Alas.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I read an amazing book while I was on holiday. It's called: John McIntire's journal. RIVETING. I found it most enjoyable with a few cocktails in my system, but all in all, a very enjoyable, quick read.

Finally, I've mentioned in the past that I could potentially be a descendant of John Brown.


Well, recently while I was in New England I visited Brown University. (no relation) Well, I insisted that they meet with me (because I was convinced that we were related). They did not meet with me.  (i was wrong.) However, I walked around the campus and it reminded me of The Secret Garden:


Then I walked outside of The Secret Garden and I saw this:



NON-DAIRY SOFT SERVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did I mention that I'm lactose intolerant?

As I walked out of the Secret Garden, a dream that I've had since my diagnosis in 1996 was there in front of me. I slowly approached the purple van and a wacky, hippy lady greeted me. She noticed that I seemed shocked. I explained that I had never seen non-dairy soft serve before yet I've dreamt of it forever. She told me that she is the ONLY non-dairy soft serve in the country!

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Monday, August 8, 2011

You Wanna See a Show?!!!

Next Show is at the:


(4104 Penn Avenue)

More details:



The following are unreleased rap lyrics from Phinny's new album called: 
Vinyl, Son

"Yeah-uh. Unh.

Drop the beat.

Unh.

Drop it.

DROP IT!"

And now...
A journal entry from Sarah Palfrey...

Dear Diary,

Why am I still alive? I have to at least be 90 years old by now. I keep having that same dream in which Phineas' teeth fall out and then he can longer protect me from Gab's fits of violence or as her shrink calls them "rapid cycling mood swings". Regardless, I hope that you kill me before she does. She started drinking again. Strawberry milk. 3 times a day. Phineas and I warn her that she's lactose intolerant and it's just a matter of time before it kills her, but you know Gab. Or do you, diary? I'm not sure if I've properly introduced you to her. (Palfrey stands up and carries her diary to the first floor of the house. Gab is sitting on the couch wearing a wolverine t-shirt and rocket ship shorts. Mrs. Palfrey introduces Gab to her diary. They all chat. Gab's mom makes them tea and jam bread. Mrs. Palfrey returns to her room ready to begin writing again.) Well diary... That was Gab. She's not always that pleasant. She's nicest to strangers, children, elderly people (except me) and school supplies. You just caught her in a good mood. A&E was playing all her favorites: HEAVY, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Hoarders, Intervention, Billy the Exterminator and Criminal Minds. Diary, do you remember when Arts and Entertainment didn't involve bad reality programming? Me either... Well, diary that's all for today. I have to go back to hearing Phineas bitch about "Shark Week' and how it's "damaging to the image of his people". I live in a house of idiots.

Your dearest,
Sarah Palfrey (fictional character/friend/Claremont Resident)



AND NOW...
POEM OF THE WEEK w/ Gab and Phineas

As many of you know, we are starting a new feature here at The Imaginary Reality of Gab Bonesso entitled: POEM OF THE WEEK. Basically, Phinny and I have to agree on one poem per week that represents the plight of the black man, the white woman, the great white shark and old, imaginary ladies. This week's winner is entitled: Tightrope by Janelle Monae and Big Boi.

Monae and Leftfoot

Whoaaa
Another day
I take your pain away

Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tippin on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya
Talk about it
T-t-t-talk bout it
When you get elevated,
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it

Cause baby whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope

Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
And I'm still tippin' on it

See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I'm talkin' bout you,
I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I'm talkin' bout it,
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it

Then baby whether I'm high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Yeah, tip on the tightrope
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
Tip on the tightrope
Baby let me see you tight rope
And I'm still tippin' on it

Big Boi

You gotta keep your balance or you fall into the gap
It's a challenge but I manage cause I'm cautious with the strap
Do damage to your cabbage that a doctor cannot patch
See bot you don't want no friction like the back of a mathbook
Daddy Fat Stacks will fold you and your MacBook
Close shows, shut you down before we gon' go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low we gonna get back-up
Like the Dow Jones and Nasdaq
Sorta like a thong in an butt crack
Come on

I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin' bout it
S-s-she's talkin' bout it
Some callin me a sinner
Some callin me a winner
I'm callin you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I'm talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you

N-N-Now whether I'm high or low
Whether I'm high or low
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I'm high or low
High or low
I got to tip on the tightrope
Now baby tip on the tightrope

You can't get too high
I said you can't get too low
Cause you get too high
No you'll surely be low
1, 2, 3, Ho!

Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and gentlemen the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, OH!
We call that classy brass

Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
As I play the ukulele
If I play my ukulele
Just like a little lady

Both Janelle Monae and Big Boi will be receiving a ONE congratulatory email from the staff at The Imaginary Reality of Gab Bonesso. If you know a poet that you think we should know about because they speak on our level (i.e. idiotic) then please email us at: gab@gabbonesso.com or phineas@gabbonesso.com or you can call Sarah Palfrey at The Claremont (ext: 36).

Finally -

We will be taking a hiatus from this website for approximately two weeks. Phineas, Mrs. Palfrey and I have been asked to travel for business. We may be purchasing land out West. Like, the Parkway West area. I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not. Anyway, we won't be around because we'll be doing GROWN UP STUFF like buying property and drinking scotch and dancing naked in front of women in wells because we're going to wear their skin soon and stuff. THAT IS HOW WE DO! (Okay, the wearing skin stuff was a lie. It's from a movie. We're not going to do that. We were just trying to make a point that most serial killers are grown-ups and stuff. Man, now mom's mad at me...).

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