(Editor’s note: Our regular contributor, Cap’n John Krissongs, asked us to please make sure that all the loyal readers of the Welcome Aboard The R U Kidding blog are made aware that, if you read the phrase “Tulsa OK” backwards, it comes out “K O a slut”. Yes, you’re welcome.)
As has happened infrequently in the past, like the occasional bouts we all have with maladies like diarrhea or an unresponsive member, I am currently infected with a bad case of loving you, no, excuse me, with what I hope is a temporary case of writerious blockosis, otherwise known as, “I don’t know, what do you want to write about this time, Ollie?”
I don’t have a clue.
Well, okay, I have a clue, in fact I have several, but it just wouldn’t all come together and I’m tired of wrestling with words and phrases that refuse to align themselves in the manner in which I require…fuck’em. I’m going to take my ball and bat and go home, so there.
But since I have a finely-honed sense of responsibility to my loyal readers (all three of you), who I know will have a humor withdrawal of epic proportions if they miss reading one of my thrice-monthly posts, I’m offering as a substitute this bit of comedy genius, produced and directed by yours truly, from back in the ancient days of “back then”.
From August of 2020, here is:
Love and typewriters,