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2092Real Men/Women of Genius #29

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  • The Troubadour
    Nov 13, 2009
      Bud Light presents...


      {Real men of geeeeeene-yuss}

      Today we salute you, Mr. Non-Sexual Co-Ed Room Sharer/Travel Companion.

      {Mis-ter "I'llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll only be
      neeeeeeeeeeding floor-space!"}

      Sure, the "call" went out for someone to help share expenses, and you
      gallantly volunteered. Except, of course, that the call went out from a
      woman, a naive young runner who'd never been to that race nor journeyed to
      that part of the country before. So you right away fire back an email
      saying you're practically a native son.

      {"I grewwwwwwww up on those same

      Motel 6? Super 8? You've spent time in them all, you say. You *know* all
      the proprietors-from-India. "We'll ask for the second-floor corner room,"
      you say. "It has a fold-out sofa-bed already in it." Except, of course,
      for the fact that Covert, Colorado, has NO Motel 6 OR Super 8 and really
      isn't much more than a campground itself.

      {"We'llllllllllllllllllllllllllllll find a playce! Doan-choooo wor-ry!"}

      So despite all predictions to the contrary, Miss Goody Two-Shoes accepts
      your offer and meets you at the airport. You pick her up in your rented SUV
      and there you are! Night before raceday and the only possible room is three
      towns distant on the second floor of Mrs. Haversham's Antique Store/Bed &
      Breakfast. And breakfast, by the way, will be served two hours after your
      ultramarathon has already started.

      {But theeeeeere's NO SO-FA BEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!}

      Thank Ja for GPS, or you wouldn't even have ever found THAT. And what
      "that" is, is one little room with one queen-size bed and a
      half-bath-with-shower with a door that won't close. But that's not the half
      of it. Miss Goody says she'll sleep in her running clothes and then offers
      your butt one-half of the bed!

      {"But IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII al-ways sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep

      So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, O Don Juan of the San Juans, which by
      now is warming up nicely inside your gym bag. And as you lie there, facing
      New Jersey, completely dressed in full sweats with socks on, go ahead and
      try to get some sleep--while you dream up just how in the hell you're going
      to explain all this to the wife.

      {Mis-ter Non-Sex-you-all Co-Ed Room Share-her/Trav-el Com-pang-yunn!}

      Bud Light beer: we don't care where it's made; we just dig their

      ( O_O )

      Yours troubly,

      Rich Limacher

      Yankee Folly of the Day:
      How did "Bad Joke Friday" suddenly morph into National Football League
      bookie-betting, spread-sheeting, and odds-making? [Which statement itself
      will have no meaning whatsoever to everyone not on this list!] Sorry. Just
      couldn't resist.
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