The Amazing Adventures of Special-K & T-LIcious
The sun rises once again on what will be another amazing adventure at the World of Beer.
Oh really? Anything like the last so called amazing adventure? I thought that one was pretty boring.
Hey, Whos writing this? Huh?
Okay, okay, I see your point. It must seem amazing to you, and you are the one writing it. Ill just sit here and wait until its done to laugh at it?
Youre a real dick. Shut it! No one asked your for your opinion, now where was I? Oh yeah, the sun rising and all.
Our wonder twins of WOB, seem to have gone missing in action. They havent been seen in a few weeks. rumor has it, that they went to the left coast to watch their favorite team for spring training.
I hope they didnt run into any rabid Red Sox fans. things could get pretty ugly.
Just as I write these last few words our tempestuous titans of total annihilation burst through the doors, hooting and hollering about the knock-down, drag out time they had in Tampa.
There were tales of Special-K knocking one over the left field fence. Turns out, it was a loud mouthed fan. Another tale told of T-LIcious getting so red-faced arguing with a female Big Papi fan, that she ripped her head off, and threw it out as the first pitch. Derek Jeter was quite surprised when it landed with a splat in his glove, but Im not here to tell you stores that Ive heard, Im hear to tell you about stories that Ive seen. A voyeuristic verbalist if you will.
As always, the crowd at the WOB is boisterous but attentive when listening to the salacious shenanigans of K&T. Everyone that is, except for one hidden, yet somewhat familiar face. Sitting in the corner under the lowered ceiling is a brooding figure, paying what seemed to be a passing disinterest to our duo. A voice booms from the shadowy figure.
I see you two are up to your same old methods of mayhem.
What? Who is that? Why dont you step out here bro? Says K.
The figure slowly stands up and walks to unveil himself. Could it be? Could it really be their old nemesis, the Keginator?
Now who the hell was that? Blurts out K with confusion filling his voice.
Who the hell was what? Asks the Keginator.
That voice that was asking if that was really you?
Oh yeah, I did hear that.
I slowly shrunk back into the shadows of the boughs of WOB.
It was Greg, I recognize his voice. Declared T.
Hey, what are you doing up there bro?
Knowing full well that my cover had been blown, I proudly walk back to the edge of the balcony. Someone has to write this stuff down. I just happen to narrate out
loud when it seems like its going to be really good. I see a look of shock roll across the faces in the crowd. Stunned by my voice and my appearance above them. I stand before them like a God, witnessing their folly as they go about their mundane little lives.
Dude, that was out loud again. You really need to get a grasp on this. Special-K said with a chuckle.
Yeah Greggy, Have you been drinking, You arent usually like this. Asks a reserved T-LIcious.
Seeing my opportunity to get out of an awkward situation, I simply say Yesh. With that the crowd turns their attention to the melee that is about to begin. I think Ill make a point to remember not to move my mouth when I narrate in my head.
***
The crowd slowly tightens around K&T and the Keginator. The tension is as thick as the head on a good stout. The foes begin to circle one another. They eye each other with a ferocity that is only seen in the wild. All three rear back and throw their right fists at each other, and clash with what must be a cosmic collision, but no deafening sound of skin being battered by fists comes. Their hands came together, one lying on top of the other. All of a sudden their heads fling up with wild smiles on their faces, their left hands rise into jazz fingers, and they begin to skip as if going around a maypole. The crowd leaps back in astonishment. How could these bitter rivals being dancing with one another?
WHAT THE? Exclaims the crowd in unison. WHATS GOING ON? Up is down, down is up, cats are loving dogs. The world must be at an end. A riotous burst of laughter erupts from the three dancers.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!.
Sorry everybody, we had this whole thing planned. Says Keginator in a still laughing but somewhat remorseful tone. Ever since these two kicked my tail, and had me arrested, Ive been doing a lot of changing. The one thing that I learned, is that it is much better too share a good beer with many, than it is too try and take it for yourself.
The crowd has an even more perplexed look on its face. You can see the question align on everyones face at the same time, only one person verbalizes it.
How did you guys even get together to plan this? Said Jeffy, a wily white-haired Beer God.
Very good question Jeffy. Says T. We werent at spring training, we were actually at the prison helping Ol Keggy out. The Warden had seen a great deal of change in him, since he went in, and he thought that if we went in and made friends with him, that he would have a complete turn around.
And he totally did. Right Bro Exclaimed K while reaching up and high-fiving Ol Keggy.
That I did. I finally saw the error of my ways, and I hope to hang-out here as a patron rather than a thief. Maybe one day, I can be a Beer God too.
With that, everyone in the bar cheered and each one made their way to Keg and welcomed him to the WOB. The End...
Ok, thats not really the end. Hell, I havent even gotten to K&Ts dog, When they moved into the WOB, and how T got her costume, but that is for another time.
The sun rises once again on what will be another amazing adventure at the World of Beer.
Oh really? Anything like the last so called amazing adventure? I thought that one was pretty boring.
Hey, Whos writing this? Huh?
Okay, okay, I see your point. It must seem amazing to you, and you are the one writing it. Ill just sit here and wait until its done to laugh at it?
Youre a real dick. Shut it! No one asked your for your opinion, now where was I? Oh yeah, the sun rising and all.
Our wonder twins of WOB, seem to have gone missing in action. They havent been seen in a few weeks. rumor has it, that they went to the left coast to watch their favorite team for spring training.
I hope they didnt run into any rabid Red Sox fans. things could get pretty ugly.
Just as I write these last few words our tempestuous titans of total annihilation burst through the doors, hooting and hollering about the knock-down, drag out time they had in Tampa.
There were tales of Special-K knocking one over the left field fence. Turns out, it was a loud mouthed fan. Another tale told of T-LIcious getting so red-faced arguing with a female Big Papi fan, that she ripped her head off, and threw it out as the first pitch. Derek Jeter was quite surprised when it landed with a splat in his glove, but Im not here to tell you stores that Ive heard, Im hear to tell you about stories that Ive seen. A voyeuristic verbalist if you will.
As always, the crowd at the WOB is boisterous but attentive when listening to the salacious shenanigans of K&T. Everyone that is, except for one hidden, yet somewhat familiar face. Sitting in the corner under the lowered ceiling is a brooding figure, paying what seemed to be a passing disinterest to our duo. A voice booms from the shadowy figure.
I see you two are up to your same old methods of mayhem.
What? Who is that? Why dont you step out here bro? Says K.
The figure slowly stands up and walks to unveil himself. Could it be? Could it really be their old nemesis, the Keginator?
Now who the hell was that? Blurts out K with confusion filling his voice.
Who the hell was what? Asks the Keginator.
That voice that was asking if that was really you?
Oh yeah, I did hear that.
I slowly shrunk back into the shadows of the boughs of WOB.
It was Greg, I recognize his voice. Declared T.
Hey, what are you doing up there bro?
Knowing full well that my cover had been blown, I proudly walk back to the edge of the balcony. Someone has to write this stuff down. I just happen to narrate out
loud when it seems like its going to be really good. I see a look of shock roll across the faces in the crowd. Stunned by my voice and my appearance above them. I stand before them like a God, witnessing their folly as they go about their mundane little lives.
Dude, that was out loud again. You really need to get a grasp on this. Special-K said with a chuckle.
Yeah Greggy, Have you been drinking, You arent usually like this. Asks a reserved T-LIcious.
Seeing my opportunity to get out of an awkward situation, I simply say Yesh. With that the crowd turns their attention to the melee that is about to begin. I think Ill make a point to remember not to move my mouth when I narrate in my head.
***
The crowd slowly tightens around K&T and the Keginator. The tension is as thick as the head on a good stout. The foes begin to circle one another. They eye each other with a ferocity that is only seen in the wild. All three rear back and throw their right fists at each other, and clash with what must be a cosmic collision, but no deafening sound of skin being battered by fists comes. Their hands came together, one lying on top of the other. All of a sudden their heads fling up with wild smiles on their faces, their left hands rise into jazz fingers, and they begin to skip as if going around a maypole. The crowd leaps back in astonishment. How could these bitter rivals being dancing with one another?
WHAT THE? Exclaims the crowd in unison. WHATS GOING ON? Up is down, down is up, cats are loving dogs. The world must be at an end. A riotous burst of laughter erupts from the three dancers.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!.
Sorry everybody, we had this whole thing planned. Says Keginator in a still laughing but somewhat remorseful tone. Ever since these two kicked my tail, and had me arrested, Ive been doing a lot of changing. The one thing that I learned, is that it is much better too share a good beer with many, than it is too try and take it for yourself.
The crowd has an even more perplexed look on its face. You can see the question align on everyones face at the same time, only one person verbalizes it.
How did you guys even get together to plan this? Said Jeffy, a wily white-haired Beer God.
Very good question Jeffy. Says T. We werent at spring training, we were actually at the prison helping Ol Keggy out. The Warden had seen a great deal of change in him, since he went in, and he thought that if we went in and made friends with him, that he would have a complete turn around.
And he totally did. Right Bro Exclaimed K while reaching up and high-fiving Ol Keggy.
That I did. I finally saw the error of my ways, and I hope to hang-out here as a patron rather than a thief. Maybe one day, I can be a Beer God too.
With that, everyone in the bar cheered and each one made their way to Keg and welcomed him to the WOB. The End...
Ok, thats not really the end. Hell, I havent even gotten to K&Ts dog, When they moved into the WOB, and how T got her costume, but that is for another time.
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