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Some liars are born that way, some are self-made; but the really great ones are elected to Congress…

Monday, November 26, 2007


A TALE OF WOE…………………
Now that the season of football maximus is in full swing,, I thought
I’d tell you a tale of woe,, death (almost) and misery that happened
not long ago in the arena of the gridus maximus…
It’s a true story (mostly)…..well,, OK,, it’s 100% true….

For you see,, I remember a yon year gone by,, when two mighty
armys did grabble apon the iron grid...
Two mighty armys did toil and battle that day,, for a gleaming ring
and a championship did lay ahead… They fought apon an iron grid
in the eastern lands,, two mighty armys that day,,
one of blue and white (boo, boo, boo),, one of the
black and silver (yeah, yeah, yeah)... They fought from sunrise to
sunset that day,, the fighting was fierce and many were mangled
apon the iron grid,, then a whiteness came unto the eastern land,,
but still the mighty armys fought hand to hand... Now the armys
were equally matched in almost every way,, and the play was long
and hard,, and neither could slay the other,, but then just then,,
as the shadows grew in number and the face of time grew smaller
and smaller,, a mighty guard from the black and silver tribe did
smack and wack the leather orb to the ground,, and then another
warrior from the west did pounce apon it,, the day was won for the
army of the black and silver... Much gladness and toy toots were
heard apon the land,, for you see,, the face apon the dial was
almost gone,, the mighty warriors from the west now would go in
search of the magic ring... The blue and white warriors from the
east had been vanquished,, this was very plain and all did see…

But then the evil wizard Belichick did throw a scarlet rag apon the
whiten grid,, which made all the zebramen say wait... Then the evil
wizard Belichick talked to the zebramen and he protested how the
leather orb come to be apon the whiten iron grid... So it was that
the leader of the zebramen went under the black curtain to view
apon the silicone screen,, just what it was that made the leather orb
fall unto the ground... For many ticky tocks the leader of the
zebramen did watch the play apon the silicone screen,, but he
could not discern whether the Brady arm went back or forward
and then he asked his brother zebraman to view the flickering
images and to give unto him,, his version of that play... The second
zerbaman did not view the flickering images there,,
this I can truly say... But unto the head zebraman he was heard
to say...
“Look about this crowd and be afraid,, for if the leather orb is not
given back unto the warriors of the eastern lands,, the crowd will
slay us this very day”...
The head zebraman then looked into the eyes of the beastly crowd,,
and agreed that he would like to live another day... So it was that the
zebramen gave back the leather orb unto the warriors of the
eastern lands... It was a woeful ending that day for the warriors
of the western lands... The zebramen had cheated them once again…

All who dwell in the raider nation remember that day,,
when the zebramen took glory away…………


The Faerie♥Kat said...

I look very fetching in zebra stripes; I'd use their hides with nary a gripe. Tis a sorry thing they were not skinned alive that very day, for surely then the zebramen would be the redmen of today.

The Faerie♥Kat said...

Orange is a color I never wear; oranges I eat, this I do swear.
This Witch does love both silver and black; for robes and jewelry I never lack.
Fighting men are dangerous things; that must be why Raiders are the Kings.
Call your dragon from the brink; else I’ll throw him in the drink!