Saturday, May 16, 2015
Nitty Gritty Football
...with a whiff of romance
-So the mild accountant pronounces
the harsh sentence?
-Harsh? We've kept it away from the
Commissioner. In the club only.
You're suspended for one game.
-Be good for my body. Healing. Always
healing.
-Another good for your body will be
to never go into sleazy nightclubs
again! Your trouble stems from the
sterling characters you meet there.
Especially the women!
-God never intended such clever ones
go into the trade!
-If you think they're so...why then o why!
do you end up fighting for them?
-Old-fashioned values!
-Well, spare the club any more of those!
-Huh! They call the owner a Robber Baron!
-THEY call? He's great to work for, and
that's enough for me.
-You kind of guys are quick to judge
the likes of me, but bend over for...!
-You’re wrong there. I only do that for
those I love.
-Do you have a partner?
-Not presently. Try-outs open.
-No thanks. I'm in enough trouble.
-Seriously, you need a male friend who's
not into barroom brawls.
-Culture? Art galleries and fancy music?
Little bitty sandwiches?
-Among others. Consider Ballet! Closer to
the athleticism you probably admire.
-We don't go up on our tippy toes!
-But frequently end up on your back.
-That's football.
-Too bad.
-The culture thing really ain't so far out an idea,
but...uh...?
-Don't worry. I give warning before I predate.
-That's a relief.
-I’m warning you now.
-So aggressive!
-You're used to it.
Labels: football, gay, nightclubs, predation, suspension, women
