Billy Onnisdale started talking, and of course, because I was in need of entertainment and not being sober enough to stop him, I let him go at it. “I don't know if you remember old Dick Oslinfar. Quite a guy until he gave up lying. Which is why you probably don't remember him. Only thing … Continue reading A Fabulist Dies for Lent
The cows do not know Fridays without the fine chew of cudding, and Wednesdays are good as Fridays, as are Thursdays, for cudding; Tuesdays are for cudding too. Wednesdays and Saturdays are to chew; Thursdays are to chew too. Like every Friday, Monday is just like last Sunday, which just like, Tuesday is a great … Continue reading A Cattle Week and Weekend
Vin Smitt had been toking on the dictionary again. This is not a pleasant thing for those of us who are victim to the sequela of his toke. When Vinny dipped into his Webster’s International you could pretty much depend on a whole new species of malapropist propaganda. And winter is not a good time. … Continue reading Vinny Wins a Zymurgy.
O, the Olly-Prill Fusses, their kiddles and a couple of offset marmosets were going to go places, so they packed up the freeze-dried and pink lemonade. They loaded up camp stoves, whimsical gas, and marmalade baugettes. The tossed in a fridge, a dishwasher, and a rifle—so unafraid. O, a couple of offset marmosets, the Olly-Prill … Continue reading On a Trip To Out There