Real Men/Women of Genius #38

[Again thanks and credit is due to Lora Mantelman for issuing this “challenge” to which the author now responds.]

Bud Light presents…

REAL MEN OF GENIUS

{Real men of geeeeeene-yuss!}

Today we salute you, Mr. Whacked-Out Writer of Real Men/Women of Genius.

{Mis-ter What-in-the-hell-are-you-DO-ING-ta-king-up-all-this-space?}

So, you are qualified to do this… HOW? To sit and pontificate over all sorts of human running behavior you couldn’t possibly ever understand. Because you yourself, when you do run at all, run like a duck? A hippopotamus? Wildebeest?

{“Whoa! You’re blow-w-w-w-w-w-wing my cov-er!”}

You should be ashamed of yourself. Picking on men twice as fast and half your size. And women, too. One-third your size and three times as fast. So what if they wear pink-and-orange day-glo buffs to match their socks to match their “skirts” that match their jogbra that pick up the colors from their scrunchie? They are leaving *your* fascist ass in the dust, Dude!

{“Butttttttttttt izzint sommmmm-a dys stuff funnnnnnny?”}

Trying to make us laugh on a Friday, usually before major competitions that generally get started at 0600 the very next day. What are you thinking? These champions need their rest! And *you’re* poking fun at them? Puh-leeease. Do us all a favor and crawl back up inside your antiquated Windows XP and pull down your shades and draw the curtains. You are obviously suffering from sunstroke.

{“I jusssssssssssss hadda CO-LON-OS-CO-PEEEY!!!”}

Calling attention to myths and foibles. Publicly embarrassing your friends on a listserv. Pretending like as if every other dufus out there thinks just as goofy as you do. And all of it? All of it is nothing more than stupid, silly, waste-my-time, utter and complete and altogether total:
nonsense.

{And WHYYYY do ya god-da sennnnnnd us fiffffff-teen fric-king cop-ies?}

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, O Dali Lama of Daytime Time-Wasting, because you just have to know that somewhere “out there” there is some certain “someone” who is NOT amused. And that certain someone… is… me.

{Mis-ter Whacked-Out Wri-ter of Re-al Men/Wo-men of Geeeeene-yuss!}

Bud Light beer: we don’t care where it’s made; we just dig their commercials.

( O_O )

Yours troubly,

Rich Limacher
TheTroubadour@sbcglobal.net

Yankee Folly of the Day:
It *could* possibly be time to start broadening the scope here to include the REAL Real Dumbshits of Genius. Here’s an initial list: Tiger Woods, practically every CEO on Wall Street, not to forget America’s automotive and insurance industries, half the tax-dodgers in the Obama Administration, and, of course, this late entry: John Edwards.