Wednesday, January 20, 2010

This Is Strike Three

Note the Pick-Up in the former "The One's" parking space. No meter maid is to be found who would dare call for wrecker service.

Kobe Beef is no longer on the menu, nothing but Crow is now in season, along with a cold plate of teabagger revenge with every meal.

Draw the curtains, dim the lights and listen for footfall sounds of authority as they approach the door.

Air Force One is out of gas, the chopper is grounded with a Marine denial of service message under the wiper blades.

Call Tiger and see if he wants to hang out. Hollywood has dropped you like a hot rock.

Major League baseball wants it's jersey back, they have no room for just another Washington D.C. locker room cancer, that's a rag arm, stumble bum strike out king wannabe, and neither should we.

Steve

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