It’s time for some career guidance counseling for our younger members, Lil’ Yokel and Curd. Why spend all that time and money to become a doctor and get sued, or to become a lawyer and be hated? For a full time job with status and zero risk, you can become a meteorologist. The only skills required are drawing a large cone and saying, “Things could change.”
I’m sure everyone appreciates that your Commish brought braggadocios Gingivitis down last week. Unfortunately, his yapping smack mouth has been doubled by Mrs. Paul and Idler. Mrs. Paul had
to take lozenges because his throat was so sore from bragging. Idler turned in his resignation to Total Tennis so he can devote all his time to being a tout. Tout this, Foo!!
Let’s introduce Danamite. She immediately came into conflict with Big Byte (real bright) by refusing to provide the last 4 digits of her social security number. I’ll leave it to your choice why she didn’t. 1.) She’s blonde. 2.) She’s afraid Big Byte would somehow obtain her vitals and use her credit for cross-dressing purchases. 3.) Her only income source has been hooking, and she’s never registered for social security. Once you get to know her, your choice will be easy.
Great draft party, and thanks, Shroomers!! Some highlights include Cell Boy borrowing cash from loan shark Gwermo, who now owns 7% of his oncology business. Also, we’re on the lookout for $300.00 that Bubba lost down her bra. Perhaps Newsboy had a hand in it?!
May your jock itch get a yeast infection,
The Commish