Thursday, July 02, 2009

No One Wants That

Isn't being the Champion of Cornholing kinda like being the Captain of Team Diarrhea or having someone say to you, "You are the second prettiest girl at this gun show"?

10 comments:

Dilettard07 said...

Well I don't think anyone (male or female) would want to hear "You're the prettiest girl at the cornhole championship."

Brutalism said...

Nice point, Tard. Are you writing this from Budapest?

ZenMom said...

Suddenly, all I can hear is the sound of banjos and "You shore gotta purdy mouf." *shudder*

Dilettard07 said...

No, from, um, my union-mandated lunch break. That's right.

Got back from Danube-swollen (but otherwise lovely) Budapest on Sunday.

dilettante07 said...

So, I assume the dilettantes are entering?

Brutalism said...

Tante - look at the date -- it was last night >sigh< -- a day late and a cornhole short...

dilettante07 said...

If I had a nickel....

Sad, but it gives us something to aim for next year.

Ri. Short for Maria. Not pronounced like the bread. said...

Upon closer inspection of the photo, (yes, I enlarged it), I notice they served "Red Strip" beer along with the Jerk Chicken at this soiree'.

Somewhere, a Marley is weeping. I feel it.

Brutalism said...

Ri - Wetting pants over the Red Strip and Jerk Chicken...made me go back and look and noticed that grandprize is one word. Cornolers are not grammarians, is what I think our takeaway is from this.

Dilettard07 said...

No, "Red Strip" is the cheap knock-off of Red Stripe made by a Chinese-owned chemical plant in Belize.

Grandprize was probably a Comy Discmon.