Friday, February 19, 2016
Horse-Hoarse
-Inspector on rampage! She saw a horse rat.
-Hey, a government food operation. Why set
the bar high?
-My thoughts exactly!
-Besides, maybe she meant a rat with a gravelly
singing voice.
-Not as bad.
-Well, let’s hire a solid restaurant guy. I’ll write
the ad and you and I interview. Send the
congressional committee the top three.
-At that point, a congressman eases a retarded
nephew in!
-Thus was it ever? Were we the retarded nephews once?
-Bicklesnickles! Wozwerzers! Yopnoppers!
-That’s an answer. Or answers.
Labels: Congress, political job, rat, restaurant, retarded, vermin
Monday, March 10, 2014
Organized Future
The Commissioner of Smiles
commanded Budge to stop the Limo. He'd walk the
remainder to Ruth's, sifting his funny stories.
Winced pushing the doorbell. Tough nut she.
All failed, even a knockabout Marx Brothers short
he displayed on his tablet.
Though it was puppets and not the real comedians,
Ruth allowed it was professionally done.
That's the closest she came to saying anything decent,
let alone smiling or laughing.
He texted Shiv Chuckie from the limo. Ending:
cnt hav n e mo o thse.
But Chuckie had to put her on the Non-Hot List, busy.
Lucky for Ruth, who met with old girlfriends in the
State Party Room, all laughing and screaming over
teachers’ antics long ago at Post-College Leadership
Academy.
Spies reported this, and Chuckie crossed her from
his list.
The Leader didn't know, nor did Commissioner.
“Don't take it all so seriously! At the bottom,
it’s a political job and nobody gives much
of a shit.”
Neither man knew that both had been added to
Chucky's Hot List.
Labels: assassination, future, organization of society, political job
