Deadbeat neighbor: “See that Broncos game last night?”
Me: “Yup.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “I tell ya’, there’s nothing more satisfying than crushing the Chiefs.”
Me: “I dunno. You ever spend a weekend batting around Dan Rather like an aged badminton birdie?”
Deadbeat neighbor: “I don’t follow you–”
Me: “– So tell me, is that a genuine Polo shirt you have on? Because the closer I look at it, the more it appears that little guy in the emblem is holding a rake and riding an alpaca…”
Let’s have some more respect here for Badminton. Its an Olympic sport after all.
An alpaca? Only a truly disturbed person would have thought of that.
Sorry Jeff, as fun as the Rather follies have been, nothing beats bitch slapping the Chiefs, unless it’s doing same to the west coast girlie-men who call themselves the Raiders.
Have your fun now, Pat, as I’m sure a cold November Sunday in Arrowhead is likely to provide you with a lot less amusement.
And I once had a couple of “Polo” shirts, which, on closer examination, turned out to feature a knight bearing a pennant. Of course, they cost 1/8 as much, and didn’t do anything to enrich that poser Lauren.
Alpaca? If I could think with that kind of divergency, I would never leave the house.
All those sound like fun, but beating the Cowboys like a government mule is hard to top!
Is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?
FZ