NO S**T A nebbish Pasadena research scientist invents an infallible cure for male pattern baldness, transforming himself into a ladies man. However, the drug comes with a side-effect: severe constipation, and when a major storm overwhelms LA, he must travel to the one open pharmacy that stocks the laxative he needs, before true disaster strikes.

My Twin Sister Wants To Kill Me And Steal My Boyfriend In a world where loglines have become obsolete and titles explain the plot, an aspiring screenwriter decides to take it to the next level and names her script: FADE IN: INT. HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA – DAY. ANNA SAWYER (16), blonde, perfect, easily the most popular girl in school, munches on an apple and chats with her equally perfect best friend TRICIA THOMAS (16). ANNA: I can't believe she broke up with him in person. TRICIA: I know. It's so retro! Tricia takes out her phone and starts texting. ANNA: And on a Saturday night. Way to ruin the weekend. PLING! Anna checks her phone. Turns to Tricia. ANNA: I know it's retro. You just told me. TRICIA: Oh... CRASH! They both turn to check out the commotion. CORNELIA SAWYER, Anna's twin sister, equally beautiful but hides it well behind brown bangs and thick glasses, has just dropped her tray. Laughs all around. She picks up the disaster and scurries towards Anna. TRICIA: Hello Peculia. CORNELIA: It's Cornelia. Tricia fake smiles. Cornelia just stands there holding her tray. An orange almost rolls off it, but she catches it. Anna is clearly annoyed. She sighs and feigns sincerity. ANNA: Won't you join us, my dear sister? Cornelia tries to smile. Takes a seat. TRICIA: I don't get you two. You sure you're related? ANNA: That's what they tell me. Tricia's eyes go wide. TRICIA: Don't look, don't look, don't look. He just walked in. Anna tries not to, but then casually turns around. ZACH JEFFRIES (17), every girl's dream, walks in slow-motion across the room. PLING! Anna checks her phone. Turns to Tricia. TRICIA (mouths): Oh. My. God. Anna holds up her phone. It reads: OMG!!!! ANNA: Really? CRASH! Cornelia drops her tray again! The three girls freeze as the orange rolls in slow-motion across the room towards Zach. Okay. Now I'm tired of this joke. Thanks for reading.