Here is another user submitted entry from bc3alumni. So far we have receive something from Sly, Vigile, and now bc3almuni.
I am still holding my breath for the infamous phelan to throw me a bone with an article for BpBc. It seems he has moved on to bigger and better things and is too big for the little guy. By bigger and better, I mean “paid” writing jobs so I can’t blame him…but not even a link in one of his weekly column posts, despite my linkage to his stuff and free pre-released music. It hurts, Chris.
Anyway, onto bc3alumni’s piece gig.
Please note that I left spelling and grammatical errors in there for a “true feel” that is bc3aluni.
Does everyone remember that fun-filled childhood game that gave everyone a reason to beat the shit out of their friends? The great game of “doorknob,”which would always bring people closer together….at least the ones throwing punches.
For those of you who didn’t get to experience this game; i feel saddened for you. The rules are pretty simple. If you were to let “one rip”, then you you must say “safety” before anyone around you said doorknob,” and then you would be in the clear. But if you let the old ghost turd out and some one happened to say “doorknob,” then god help you.
The people that were in you presence would swarm like flies on shit and were permitted to pummel you until you touched a…of course…….a “doorknob.” God forbid you were outside in a backyard cause that’s a long ass dash to a doorknob…or even worse - in a basement. Where I come from, the standard procedure when you’re called out on a doorknob in the basement (and the basement has no doorknobs) is that 1 or 2 people block the stairs, while everyone else gets their shots in until their arms were pretty much tired.
Of course as you grow older there’s no need to worry about this. But it’s never a bad idea to drop a little “safety” in there whenever you decide to airbrush your boxers.
Not a bad first entry. I appreciate the help. With practice you may be ready to step up to StickyButter level…
Haha…ZING!
A guy I went to college with described his doorknob experiences like this: I used to fart all the time in class, they would be quiet, but smell really bad. I would giggle until someone called doorknob. Everybody in class wailed on me whenever it happened. After a couple days, I stopped giggling and started crying whenever I farted, because I knew what came next.
God I miss that game. Since we’ve had snick posts and childhood games like doorknob posts, maybe someone could write a post about manhunt or ghost in the graveyard.
oh baby, there’s an idea, and i don’t think that i had quoted, “one rip.” grammar isn’t to bad tho is it? ehhh, don’t even think about revisions, you know who i’m talkin to “you know who”
nope…grammar wasn’t “to” bad at all.
yeah, not two bad
Irregardlessly knot two bad.