Eating Bush

[randy_byers]

I just stopped by Bulldog News on my morning break. A new woman asked me what I wanted, and I said, "Tall drip and The Seattle Times."

The smart aleck guy who works there said, "Do they go good together?"

"Yeah," I cracked back, "I like to dunk the news."

"Right," he said thoughtfully. "Gets that recycled flavor, not to mention the fiber. And hey, that way you can eat George Bush!"

"Yuck!" I said. "Thanks for that image."

"Sorry," he said.

The new woman said, "But then you could vomit him back up. That'd be kind of cool. And then you could kind of look down on him, and then flush him down the toilet. That could totally be satisfying!"

Stunned by this horrific conversation, I splashed half-and-half into my coffee, folded the newspaper under my arm, and slumped away under a cold grey sky.

Comments

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

Maybe she's trying too hard to fit in or something.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

That most certainly could have been a contributing factor, but I think the imagination, she just spun out of control, you know?

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

the imagination, she just spun out of control

And there's Laurel, sheepishly holding the wheel while Hardy glares on as we cut to a model car serenely sailing over a model cliff and crashing into a model train then back to Laurel, still holding the wheel, in tattered rags and spotted with soot, and Hardy, equally tattered and sooty, still glaring.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

Now there's an example of a finely controlled imagination.

You're really on a roll with the icons, too.

[shikzoid.livejournal.com]

It's nice to know I'm not the only one who has ever flogged a metaphor far beyond any relevance whatsoever.

[randy-byers.livejournal.com]

Ha! The phrase "ad nauseam" seems fitting in a couple of different ways!