Saturday, April 02, 2022

 

Early-fem-4 touts


haughty rectitude

on the day our

Lateness

becomes Virtue, so

we truly scathe’em: Rout! But

Hey! WTF! Fun!

Just Broads, thus 

don’t really count

for much


anyway. (Tho Miraculous-

ly un-Whiney this bles-

sed Once!)


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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

 

The Two Pubs


1  Larry had the vicious Anti-PC Cohort
promise not to follow him to the new pub.

They agreed, with parting comments as to
his cunt-loving, and secret faggotry, etc.

Pussy-whippedness his absolute worst!
declared they.

All playing of course!


2  Being warm and funny, immediately
welcome in this new place.

Politics and other filth forbidden here.
Oh there are jokes, but they don’t
spear anyone.

1  The old pub lives on, still filled with
hilarious imitations of foreign accents.

The latest Jew jokes requiring thus.

Later, cripple jokes fade in.

When the two eventually, organically,

combine as Crippled Jew Jokes,
well what could be more uproarious?

Black Sambo enters Harvard?

You may wish some terminal disease
strike the ringleaders?

Let that go! God’s province--if you still
persist in believing.

You can take some solace in that they’ve
brutally started in on each other?

To the death!

You’d be mistaken.

Merely achieving a necessary purification
rite on the

PATH TO RIGHT-WING ECSTASY.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

 

Uniqueness of The Academy


The usual academic conference. Papers read
which started concretely enough but then
wandered into thickets impenetrable .

Discussions after, worse.

Finally, Professor Derven of The Ohio State University
stood up, cleared his throat exaggeratedly, and
shouted “All the relativity! Can’t anybody SAY anything?”

“Well, I can!” piped up Dr Carrathers of Penn. “The Coke
Machine in the lobby is broken!”

Pressed for specifics by the Chair, he told how he put in
coins never returned. Just another Existential Dilemma!

Had he tried a dollar bill?--from Associate Chair.

“No, just coins.”

Unsatisfactorily foggy picture indeed! So a committee
dispatched to compile an accurate account.

They returned, having tried everything. Conclusion:
Definitely Broke!

Also it was important to note that the machine stocked
other sodas, lemonade, and ice tea.

Doctor Darlene Valiant-Dark of Cornell thanked them for the
new information, then objected to the word, broke.


An expert would have to testify.

Thereupon a discussion raged–-and, finally, a few tears.
(NOT a sexist comment—evenly distributed.)

Meantime, Starlight Amusements send Jetzy Ogontz to fix
the machine.

It’s perfect again, but many hurt feelings have to be
soothed over dinner.

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Sunday, September 28, 2014

 

Critical Analysis


The Golden Third

Well, did you like Rompsey?

Not really. What’s that last dreadful thing
he said?

"A bottle for a night, a woman for a week,
but a garden for life!"

Drunken male-chauvinist pig!

But not his last third.

I don’t know about that!

Hey! We all have that, then world’s okay.

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Monday, June 28, 2010

 
“Don’t you wish ‘d go on forever?”*


R
Our astrologers tell us to keep on keeping on and we’re due
for thumping wins!

D
Sabotage and obstruction?

R
More like smarts.

D
More like treason.

R
Then we’ll take care of your “boy.” Beat or impeach
his black ass!

D
For your racist core?

R
They vote.

D
As do women, I hasten to remind you.

R
We’re talking that game. But then it’s back to the kitchen!
Nudies except for frilly aprons.

D
Sexists must be patient then?.

R
That’s correct. Not politically correct.

D
You’re proud to have the worst elements in our society!

R
It’s a big tent.

*Surrey With the Fringe On Top

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