Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Artful Darger

May 31st, 2010. Through the thick, savory, smoke of Barbeque Hour, on a Memorial Day honoring the countless number of soldiers killed during the Nation's endless warring streak dating back to The War Between The States some 150 years ago, the Traffic Town food-for-powder were thrown right into the fire Monday, as Number 58 let his defenses down, and was ambushed by a hit-and-run Reptoid squad fresh from the hot, hot, borders of the Arizona sun city
    The hungry crowd that had gathered for the sun-setting showdown-  those who were not safe at home, basking in the mouth-watering rituals of Carne Asada- witnessed a wild, bamboozling, finish that was as medium-rare as it was daring! After No.99 had brought the Darger army within striking distance with an earlier bombshell over the slithering, picket-line of Arizona offenses, and some erroneous maneuvering by the slandering enemy, Number 23, bluffed a forward advance that hoodwinked the ill-hatted, enemy commander out of his snake hole. The old army game quite literally allowed No.23 to walk right through the enemy lines, and capture the victory, unhanded. 
W is for Booby Traps!

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