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Real Men/Women of Genius #57

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  • The Troubadour
    [Fiends, roamins, cross-countrymen, lend me your eyeballs. Today s offering ---yo, I usually get the feelin I m trying to sacrifice (stuff like this) to
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 9, 2010
      [Fiends, roamins, cross-countrymen, lend me your eyeballs. Today's
      "offering"---yo, I usually get the feelin' I'm trying to "sacrifice (stuff
      like this) to the angry gods," so that they'll redirect their tornadoes
      somewhere else---was actually first suggested by Joe Judd, who, if I
      understand anything at all, MAY right now be running Hardrock. Anyway,
      Joe'll see this whenever the wolves have left his door and he has, once
      again, a little more time to unlax. And BTW? Thanks, Joe. You're a pal.]

      Ingelhook Wineries present...


      {Real gals of geeeeeene-yuss}

      Today we raise our glass to you, Miss Earphones-Wearing Runner Who Has No
      Clue What She's Listening To.

      {Miss haaaaaaaas-en't got-a-clue whaaaat-the-heck she iiiiis lis-ten-ing

      Of course it's nice to see you out here with the rest of us, slogging boucou
      obsquattamatillion endless laps around this pond for the next 24-to-48
      entire hours; but did you also feel obligated to SING?

      {"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I jus' lov-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-e tooo sing-a-long-with
      thissssssssssss song!"}

      "You cooked Mick Hall not long"? "You cooked Mick Hall not long"? Or is
      it: "U-mistook-my-Haul lite wrong"? Really?? We appreciate how intently
      you're listening to your iPod and entertaining us by loudly repeating
      whatever you hear, of course; but did you even know the words to AC/DC's
      endlessly, ENDLESSLY repeated chorus in the first place?

      {Weeeeeeeee al-ways thought it was "shook me"!}

      "I want a no, have ewe Eva peed Lorraine, coming down from Sunny D?"
      Please. Even we could tell Creedence Clearwater Revival wasn't singing THAT
      back in the day, and we were all stoned out of our heads.

      {Mayyyyyyyyyyyy-beee you WERE borrrrrrn in a buy, you?}

      We run like crazy to get ahead of you, of course, but on our very next lap?
      There you are again! Singing, at the top of your--rather formidable--young
      lungs, something we're pretty sure we've never heard before, and takin' a
      pretty good guess you're not hearing it either.

      {Yoooooooou might-just-have the worrrrrrrrrrrrds wronnnnng?}

      So ease your cork out gently from that "pretty cool" bottle of White
      Zinfandel, O Madonna of the Chorus, because--even though you appear to be
      ADHD--we all pretty well know that what you're really doing is marching to
      the beat of a different--a very, very different--drummer.

      {Miss Ear-phones-Wear-ing-Run-ner Who Has Noooo Clue What-ev-ver She's
      Lis-ten-iiiing To!}

      White Zinfandel yuppie wine: we don't drink it ourselves; we'd rather
      guzzle beer.

      ( O_O )

      Yours troubly,

      Rich Limacher

      Yankee Folly of the Day:

      And wouldn't you know, today's not about beer. Today is all about taking
      your pleasure "on the rocks." Like, whine. Whine on the Hardrock(s).

      Good luck to everyone "out there" now... oh, probably somewhere lookin'
      up--high up--their third mountain.
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