Nick Rochefort

Sam Hyde, Nick Rochefort, and Charls Carroll star as three hosts of a Rhode Island talk show by the name of Tissue Box. An MDE joint.

A platoon of eagles and vultures attack Hollywood, California. Why did the eagles and vultures attack? Who will survive?

Nick was a kind and loving father, who had worked hard to put a roof over the heads of his children. But somewhere along the way, one of his sons got caught up in the fast-paced, rough and tumble life of a street hip-hop rapper. The halls grew silent, the walls cold, and every waking minute was punctuated by the inability of Charles to be twice the son his father needed. Then one day, something magical happened. A family was reunited, as if in a storybook. For a while, they were a family again. Sam put his hip-hop days behind him and his dad and brother welcomed him home, with loving arms. Charles agreed to let bygones be bygones, and soon the boys were back to their boyish selves, hearty laughs around every corner. Just goes to show ya, the power of family. But... Can a fantasy last?

Charls is enjoying a somber morning when he receives an unexpected visit from an old friend

Mankind enjoys an epoch of justice and peace, goodwill and intellect, thanks to the purging of one particular problem. No hymen no diamond

The year is 1998. Hero cop Smocaine and his partner Deuce stake out the crime-riddled back alleys of South Daytona Beach. The duo spot a truckload full of P2P and Crank being shipped in by local scumbag Spider. Smocaine knows firsthand what drugs can do- Whenever he shoots a hot batch of heroin between his toes, he turns into some kind of super cop.

While trying to acquire scrap metal, a trio of criminals unknowingly vaporize the progeny of the Houses of Bush and Clinton.

Nick was a kind and loving father, who had worked hard to put a roof over the heads of his children. But somewhere along the way, one of his sons got caught up in the fast-paced, rough and tumble life of a street hip-hop rapper. The halls grew silent, the walls cold, and every waking minute was punctuated by the inability of Charles to be twice the son his father needed. Then one day, something magical happened. A family was reunited, as if in a storybook. For a while, they were a family again. Sam put his hip-hop days behind him and his dad and brother welcomed him home, with loving arms. Charles agreed to let bygones be bygones, and soon the boys were back to their boyish selves, hearty laughs around every corner. Just goes to show ya, the power of family. But... Can a fantasy last?

Sam Hyde of Million Dollar Extreme is back with a series of new improvisational sketches and pranks.

A super pure tragicomedy rosary of pious prayers bringing unity, joy, and excellent living to the people of all sizes, sexualities, and colors. World Peace will unlock your closeted bigoted imagination, toss your inherent racism into the burning trash, and cleanse your intolerant spirit with pure unapologetic American funny_com. Open your eyes or you'll get thumb goggles. For what naive slob expects hemlock medicine to taste of milkshake? For the record, none of us plan on killing ourselves and if we do it’s CIA_Mossad.

A super pure tragicomedy rosary of pious prayers bringing unity, joy, and excellent living to the people of all sizes, sexualities, and colors. World Peace will unlock your closeted bigoted imagination, toss your inherent racism into the burning trash, and cleanse your intolerant spirit with pure unapologetic American funny_com. Open your eyes or you'll get thumb goggles. For what naive slob expects hemlock medicine to taste of milkshake? For the record, none of us plan on killing ourselves and if we do it’s CIA_Mossad.

A super pure tragicomedy rosary of pious prayers bringing unity, joy, and excellent living to the people of all sizes, sexualities, and colors. World Peace will unlock your closeted bigoted imagination, toss your inherent racism into the burning trash, and cleanse your intolerant spirit with pure unapologetic American funny_com. Open your eyes or you'll get thumb goggles. For what naive slob expects hemlock medicine to taste of milkshake? For the record, none of us plan on killing ourselves and if we do it’s CIA_Mossad.