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A virtual - and virtually unbelievable - online newspaper of humor, satire, parody, and fun published weekly for Stray Lake, Stray County, and straying minds everywhere Vol. 5, Number 4 March 23, 2004 |
| March Madness hits the Tipple Time "Are we going to see much March Madness here at the Tipple Time?" Euflatula Windgate asked Lou the bartender last week. "Why, have the Gruntlick twins escaped from the state asylum again?" asked Lou. "Not that kind of madness," explained Euflatula. "I mean NCAA Basketball Tournament madness." "Well, you know how popular the Farm Channel is at this time of the year," Lou warned her. "But we're talking basketball here," said Euflatula. "Hours and hours of college basketball. The fans go berserk. That's why they call it March Madness." Doc Pandemic strolled up to the bar and said, "I heard that rumor, too, but it isn't true. The warden at the state asylum just assured me the Gruntlick twins are safe in their padded cell. Bobby is beating himself with a newspaper and George is writing a doctoral thesis about it. Draw me a tall one, Lou. Just thinking about those boys works up my thirst." Juan worms his way into the conversation C.G. Scavola A SWAT by an other name ... Thwack! The mayor took a flask from the pocket of his jacket, swallowed deeply from it, and said, "Chief, I think we have a fundamental misunderstanding here." Thwack! The chief cocked his head and said conspiratorially, "Can't you say something nice? They've been working awfully hard on this." The mayor drank again, closed his eyes, opened them, and said, "I appreciate anyone who works hard. But this is not what I had in mind when I suggested that the police department needs a SWAT team." Thwack! We're way under budget |
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