#1 Holiday Inn Bar versus #5 Bear’s Den
The Match-up:
Deep in the heart of Old Washington,
archeologists have discovered an iconic totem
pole sculpture of the Great Drunken Bear God
that was once worshipped by a primitive
Native American Indian tribe named the
Jamboreeans in the Hilleans.
These peaceful pooch-hunters & gatherers
were known for trading beads and beaver pelts
for NASCAR tee-shirts, jean shorts, and chaw.
[I just said ‘beaver pelts’… snicker, snicker]
What the Blogosphere says:
On yelp.com, brokenknee@architects.com wrote:
“How? Kemosabe.
Me Jamboreean in the Hilleans Big Chief.
Me smoke ’em the peace pipe
with other Injun Warriors
in the parking lot of Hardee’s.”
The Match-up:
Deep in the heart of Old Washington,
archeologists have discovered an iconic totem
pole sculpture of the Great Drunken Bear God
that was once worshipped by a primitive
Native American Indian tribe named the
Jamboreeans in the Hilleans.
These peaceful pooch-hunters & gatherers
were known for trading beads and beaver pelts
for NASCAR tee-shirts, jean shorts, and chaw.
[I just said ‘beaver pelts’… snicker, snicker]
What the Blogosphere says:
On yelp.com, brokenknee@architects.com wrote:
“How? Kemosabe.
Me Jamboreean in the Hilleans Big Chief.
Me smoke ’em the peace pipe
with other Injun Warriors
in the parking lot of Hardee’s.”
#2 The Forum versus #6 Muddy Miser
The Match-up:
Last time I was boozing at the Forum,
I was seated at the bar surrounded by a pre-party for the
Cambridge Junior High School’s Sweetheart’s Dance.
The Sweetheart’s Dance is like an 8th Grade Prom.
This only made me feel slightly creepy in a
Lawrence Taylor kind of way.
But hey, Jason Seckman was there, too!
“Hello ladies, how’s Ohio History?
Is that pimp John Ritter-mofo Mr. Gibson
still throwing game at Billie Lewis’ fine Bea Arthur ass?”
What the Blogosphere says:
On savorycity.com, amish@whatsyourbrasize.com wrote:
“The Muddy Miser’s back porch overlooks
the Muskingum River. That river is so brown
it looks like a tributary of Seneca Lake
after that frickin’ guy in the Mohawk
goes brown trout fishing.”
What former West Virginian Mountaineer Power Forward,
Kevin Pittsnogle, says:
The Match-up:
Last time I was boozing at the Forum,
I was seated at the bar surrounded by a pre-party for the
Cambridge Junior High School’s Sweetheart’s Dance.
The Sweetheart’s Dance is like an 8th Grade Prom.
This only made me feel slightly creepy in a
Lawrence Taylor kind of way.
But hey, Jason Seckman was there, too!
“Hello ladies, how’s Ohio History?
Is that pimp John Ritter-mofo Mr. Gibson
still throwing game at Billie Lewis’ fine Bea Arthur ass?”
What the Blogosphere says:
On savorycity.com, amish@whatsyourbrasize.com wrote:
“The Muddy Miser’s back porch overlooks
the Muskingum River. That river is so brown
it looks like a tributary of Seneca Lake
after that frickin’ guy in the Mohawk
goes brown trout fishing.”
What former West Virginian Mountaineer Power Forward,
Kevin Pittsnogle, says:
“A Prom for 8th Graders?
Par-TAY!
Ladies, in Morgantown,
people call me
Kevin Poonnogle!”
Par-TAY!
Ladies, in Morgantown,
people call me
Kevin Poonnogle!”
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