Turkey Fryer
03/19/08 07:12 AM | Up Chucks
Generalizations. That is what I am about. That is what everybody is about. Or is that just my first of many generalizations this post?
About two months ago a real life Fryer in heavy brown robe with wooden cross and rope belt came into the store to get is ire out out of his element. He was not a happy camper. He did not prostrate himself, or show the good will or love of man that I would have thought he should have projected. He argued, groused and quibbled. After he left I did a drawing of myself as a fryer or monk myself and told Bob that I may have to be one on halloween this year. The tonsure alone is worth the price of admission. But from this chance meeting with the pretentious, pious prick I can say all Fryers are jerks. Generalization number 2.
Yesterday after work...
Remember the best posts start with. Yesterday after work...
I drove Rich's GP to work so I had to drive it and the missus back home before I could fulfill my sublimation substitution as a kegler in the very 10 for 13 beer and pizza league I spoke of in yesterdays riveting and captivating post. Rich and the team failed on the first two occasions to impress upon the tower of power boys that we were the #1 team in that league. In the vernacular of the keglers we lost. Then in defiance and with undaunted optimism we rebounded and took the last game and two whole points. On several occasions I had an opportunity to get three in a row for a turkey. I failed on those occasions last night, even if I were wearing my halloween tonsure and robes I could not have been a Turkey Fryer. I should be flogged.
Before I shaved all of my hair off this time, to promote the well being of spring and warmer weather (a sacrifice to the hair goddess Pa'Ti LaBel) I tonsured myself in a fashion not unlike my caricature of months before.
Chuck Pace © 2008
About two months ago a real life Fryer in heavy brown robe with wooden cross and rope belt came into the store to get is ire out out of his element. He was not a happy camper. He did not prostrate himself, or show the good will or love of man that I would have thought he should have projected. He argued, groused and quibbled. After he left I did a drawing of myself as a fryer or monk myself and told Bob that I may have to be one on halloween this year. The tonsure alone is worth the price of admission. But from this chance meeting with the pretentious, pious prick I can say all Fryers are jerks. Generalization number 2.
Yesterday after work...
I drove Rich's GP to work so I had to drive it and the missus back home before I could fulfill my sublimation substitution as a kegler in the very 10 for 13 beer and pizza league I spoke of in yesterdays riveting and captivating post. Rich and the team failed on the first two occasions to impress upon the tower of power boys that we were the #1 team in that league. In the vernacular of the keglers we lost. Then in defiance and with undaunted optimism we rebounded and took the last game and two whole points. On several occasions I had an opportunity to get three in a row for a turkey. I failed on those occasions last night, even if I were wearing my halloween tonsure and robes I could not have been a Turkey Fryer. I should be flogged.
Before I shaved all of my hair off this time, to promote the well being of spring and warmer weather (a sacrifice to the hair goddess Pa'Ti LaBel) I tonsured myself in a fashion not unlike my caricature of months before.
Chuck Pace © 2008