Saturday, December 22, 2018
Sex, Pointed
-Boys’ Night Out? I didn’t remember.
-I notified you every way but Certified Mail!
-And you’re going TO…?
-Bowling.
-Sport being the Asshole Temple of
American Macho Males!
-Something like that.
-Well the girls would like one also! And we’d
like to try Bowling.
-Do! By yourselves! Spare us the travesty!
The little petite stomp-arounds at your
mutual incompetence! So so breathlessly
CUTE! HOLD THAT POSE!
-Women can be serious at sport, you know!
-Sure! Maybe one doesn’t show? Then the
impromptu Assassination Squad. Now I’d
call that serious all right! Tongues like razors!
-Oh? Somehow I so DO hold hope out for us
performing something well that isn’t also vicious!
-Possible!...with real thoroughbreds from another
stable.
-SO NOW WE’RE HORSES?
-Only the Long-Faces in your pretentious midst.
Labels: bowling, debate, female, gossip, horseface, male, marriage, relationship, sport
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Talk At a Cold Time
-Watched The Olympics?
-Yes! Very large moving color!
-That last is the sport component.
-Hadn’t noticed.
-Oh? No difference between Ice Dancing and Curling?
-It’s TV.
-Uh huh? And TV subsumes it all?
-Plus itself.
-Aren’t we just back to the ridiculously dated MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE?
-No medium, no message.
-Nothing then?
-Chromatic!
-Chromatic Nihilism then?
-It...removes one by enveloping.
-You must get out more!
Labels: sport, theory, TV, winter, Winter Olymics
Tuesday, May 02, 2017
Thinning the Herd
Children exempted, of course.
And beautiful ladies.
The rest, Fair Game.
(Except, Gentleman's Agreement:
old folks, who offer no real sport
because of their pokiness.)
Only one “Bounty” available.
The Ceaselessly Complaining Woman
can be offed for a not too small
honorarium.
Labels: ageism, Bounty, gun sport, guns, Malthus, Population Control, sexism, sport
Friday, July 01, 2016
Game Day
The Stalwarts brought their patriotism
too far.
Instead of a flag covering the entire
field, one draping the entire stadium!
Down to the surrounding walkway.
Went well in rehearsals with dozens of
armed forces personnel holding it down.
However, game day proved windy, and the
uniformed handlers, stationed outside with ropes, couldn't control it.
Finally, just made an impenetrable lid over the
stadium, a giant sucking sound indicating
a seal.
Those from lower seats who managed to crawl out from under were purple-faced with exertion.
A few old men made it, and, unfortunately,
crapped themselves.
One of these, Professor Deltz, spat.
"Patriotism moved from being the last refuge
of the scoundrel to the main pursuit of
total fuckin incompetents!"
No one helped him because he stunk so.
Labels: American Sport.flag, huge flag, last refuge, last refuge of scoundrel, patriotism, scoundrel, sport
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
NFL 2050
“Go to the war between the Packers and Giants,
and a game breaks out. Boring! So the kids shriek
for Corky’s Breakass Burgers from the video on all
their phones.
To the concessions before halftime, and mobbed!
I fight up to about third in line and everybody leaves!--
Help too! Huge wooshing sound banging up to
the rafters!
They’re panicked! But still plenty of time to see the
beheading. Leading off with Bonzy and the Brooklyn
Belles, and then Cheerleader Awards.
Next, reading out the mangled legal horseshit.
And Main Event, quick.
Clean up a scosh, hoses, followed by drawing for
the Infinity.
Yeah! My turn! I can feel it!
So if the Giants break my heart again, I won’t even
know it! Purring along the highway, refusing to
turn on the radio!”
Labels: beheading, cars, football, future, sport, war
