the front door bend my ear that was Zen this is Dao

2 Hippocrates, 36 A.T. (Feb. 03, 2004) - 1:34 p.m.

Before we descend into a welter of obscure pronouns, here's the plot:

And now, an excerpt from Eric Overmyer's Native Speech that I've always kind of liked. I heard it performed by a wacky morning DJ once and it was still funny, that's how good it was.

SUNDAY!

Beautiful Sunday at US Dragstrip 30 just south of the tar pits! THRILL to the unholy smells and sounds and sight-gags as Captain O'Blivion, two-time cracked vertebra champion, in his plutonium-charged heavy-water-under-glass thresher, goes up against Free Bubba Freebie in his Multinational Banana Consortium Funny Car!

PLUS!

Hundreds of prize doors!

PLUS!

Chapped lips!

PLUS!

Blood-mad Brahma bulls released every few seconds in the seating area to stampede crazily through the stands!

DON'T YOU DARE BE THERE! MISS IT! MISS IT! SUNDAY,

SUNDAY,

SUNDAY!!!

-30-

last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment

that ye may know me who am us, anyway? tell your friends the front door