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| March 10, 1997 |
Get It: 84 |
Vol. 1, No. 40 |
COFFEE?: Finally! ... a cohort
in crime ... another earthworm addict ... wifey-poo's
best friend did a road trip Saturday ... took one of her
dogs to a new vet that specializes in Yorkies ... stopped
by when she got home ... one of the girls needed to get
her car out ... I said I'd move the car ... since it's
the one almost like mine ... 'cept they had to "one
up" me 'n get 'lectric door locks ... I got in the
car ... noticed the Mickey D's coke cup in the handy-dandy
cup holder ... didn't think too much of it ... then I
noticed the recyclable bag with the telltale arches painted
on the front ... still not incriminatin' ... they coulda
handed her the coke in the bag ... but then I looked inside!
... ketchup? ... with a coke? ... I think not! ... couldn't
see through the bag so it couldn't been French fries ...
musta been a food item! ... I couldn't wait to get back
inside ... get somebody else in trouble ... she now joins
the "Mickey D's Closet Burger Club!" ... 'n
hers even had cheese on it!
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DAD'S DAY: The women went to
a flower show ... at least that's how it was presented
... since it was such a nice day me 'n the boys decided
to have a little outin' ... I was feelin' all sociable
... thinkin' 'bout what I could fix for dinner ... make
Mama happy when she got home ... the gourmet urge hit
me ... shish kebabs'd be delicious ... on a bed of steamed
long grain wild rice ... mushrooms ... tomatoes ... onions
... meat ... mmmmmmm ... my chin was drippin' in anticipation
... we decided we'd go shoot the rockets #7 got for his
birthday ... he called #2 son who immediately volunteered
to come watch ... I asked 'im to stay for dinner as long
as he was comin' over ... I called #1 to see if he wanted
to join what was shapin' up to be an impromptu gatherin'
o' the Rusk clan ... I started lookin' 'round for the
fixins for the feast ... didn't have any meat ... no skewers
... no mushrooms ... no onions ... only a couple o' tomatoes
... no rice ... OK ... switch to tacos ... that done me
'n the boys headed off to town ... needed a few things
at the store ... they wanted to get some Warheads ...
the candy that gives ya' lockjaw ... we stopped at one
Dollar store ... didn't have it ... went 'cross town to
the other one ... hit pay dirt ... made it back home in
time for #2 to show up ... they built the rocket ... while
I was teachin' #1 daughter how to change the oil in her
car ... we finally trooped up to the school with the rocket
launcher in hand ... it'd been warm in front of the house
... next to the brick ... hot sun beatin' down ... we
all thought it would be the same in the field ... wrong!
... the wind was freezin' ... we were all huddled 'round
tryin' to stay warm ... hopin' the rocket'd blow up 'n
catch fire ... so we could huddle 'round it ... it didn't
... worked fine ... we all ran back to the house ... I
started a fire ... we were in the middle o' fixin' dinner
when Mama called from the Fairgrounds ... she inquired
of the noise in the background ... after I told her about
our party she told me her 'n the ladies were gonna stop
'n get somethin' to eat so go ahead without 'er ... hmmmmm
... next time I'll make everybody be quiet when the phone
rings.
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NEW DRUG: A major drug manufacturer
brought a new drug to market ... a long awaited aid in
the battle against impotence ... a real performance "enhancer"
... why do you care? ... 'cuz they named it "Muse"
... 'n here y'all been gettin' yours daily ... for free
... I knew I was servin' some public good.
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"Beauty is more than a pretty
face or a perfect body - but then again...." -- Mikey,
Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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