ZUKI HAS EPIPHANY……miss manners writes strongly worded letter

Your next President?
Your next President?

Good Morning Philthy Phil Wherever You Are,

I think most of us have at times, felt as though we communicate with ‘aliens.’  It’s not always an obvious thing, most times it’s a subtle facial tick, other times an inadvertent fart, but however manifested it’s always without witnesses.  Where does this come from?  How does one explain spittle at the corners of the mouth?  What about boogers that get hung up in the left nostril?  I’ve seen this disgusting scene played out daily. Split pants, mismatched socks, shirts too small, spandex, infected piercings, camel-toes, skid marks, salsa stains, hats too small, flies crawling across skin unnoticed, comb-overs, besmirched zipper area, sullied fingernails, and the dreaded four hour erection defy human kind.  The obvious answer is of course these people are from distant galaxies and not of this world.

The one unexplainable characteristic shared by these aliens is the disproportionate number of them that congregate at Blondie’s.  What is it about this place that allows them to feel comfortable?  It’s certainly not the bar stools or ambiance!  I walked in this time determined to find the correlation and wasn’t going to leave until the mystery was solved.  At first it all seemed random.  An idiot with vomit on his shirt, then a woman that hadn’t noticed soiling herself, a fatuous asshole letting the ash of his cigarette burn into his knuckles (outside of course), all followed by a genius using a straw to facilitate ketchup flow.  I was stumped.  No explanation was forthcoming so I returned to my perch and ordered another glass of Blondie’s infamous swill.

I’d invested four hours to this research and still had no idea how the debauchery found at the home of ‘curmudgeon corner’ could attract so many aliens.  I continued to drink heavily; perplexed by my inability to connect the dots, when suddenly I felt the urge to scratch my balls.  Looking around and having already witnessed the crude and bizarre I thought “why should I care what these dickheads think” and began to fish around to satisfy the insane itch.  Then I immediately withdrew my hand suddenly realizing I was acting just like they were!  I’m no alien and I refuse to sink to their collective dimwitted behavior.  I was going to retire to the men’s room to finish what I’d started and spare everyone from further indigestion, but as I pushed my stool away from the bar the back legs caught a tile joint causing me and the stool to crash onto the floor. I was out cold.

I’m not sure how long I was gone but when consciousness returned I was on my back looking up at many of the same people I’d earlier identified as aliens.  They were asking me if I was okay and seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being when it all became clear.  I had an epiphany!  What I perceived as moronic imbeciles were in fact crapulous dolts!  It was alcohol!  Yes it’s the joy-juice that attracts them from all parts west of the Platte River!  How is it I couldn’t make this association?

“Physician heal thy self!”

zuki

  • zuki

    Our very own Bagwan has been with the same woman since he was sixteen and has zero concept of a girlfriend let alone his 54 year marriage. It’s clear he’s jealous and envies those of us that are free to partake the fruit of life’s rich pageant. “It’s just sad”

    • bagwan1

      The only fruit you partake in has long since fallen from the tree, lying on the ground, decayed to the point that the magpies don’t even pick at it anymore.
      (see picture below for an illustration of “life’s rich pageant” as defined by Zuki)

      • zuki

        sad sad sad…..

  • zuki

    SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: I apologize for the interim between postings but will try and make it up to you by a special posting documenting my 4 days in Clearwater Beach FL…..it was epic to say the least so stay tuned.

    • bagwan1

      IMAGINARY GIRL FRIEND ALERT!! IMAGINARY GIRL FRIEND ALERT!!!
      We have all lived through this before. She will be in her 50’s, personable and funny with a killer body — in fact she reminds Zuki of Ginger from Gilligan’s Island. They will have hit it off at first sight and were inseparable for the last 48 hours of the trip. They are counting the minutes to their planned reunion.
      YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!