Mr. C here from the Knowledge Emporium, while the HOF was making its way through October, like the rectal exams from our Dr. Bone. I had some time to tour the facility with my fellow Ginger, BigRedDude44. During our extend stroll through the Emporium, we had some time to exchange pleasantries and acquire a new appreciation for being the caboose of this train wreck. As I dispose of the sleeper sofa, please enjoy:
Interview with a Ginger
There was a disturbance in the Flannel Network: aka the Force for Gingers, as we posse the ability to sense the presence of the soulless, pale, and freckled kin. There he was towering above all to see, a ginger above gingers whose milk toast complexion, makes Marilyn Mason look like a Baywatch extra, with the opaqueness of copy paper, nodded in excitement of a fellow ginger.
You see the gingers are selected above all else to be the carrots of society, buried so only the tops can be seen. Therefore, as we take our place in the back of the October HOF Train, we sit down in the last two chairs on the platform. Only after a 72-hour period of binge watching the GBN (Ginger Broadcasting Network), we began conversing. You see as gingers we are not permitted to watch any movie or television show that does not contain a ginger. This is not due to the prejudices that exist or a violation of civil rights, all other forms of entertainment do not satisfy our hyper-evolved sophisticated sense of humor. So after watching The Brat Pack (Molly Ringwald) series and Woody Allen movies, we were ready to begin discussing the finer points of life, the Highland Games.
After the heated debate of whoÂ’s favored to when the Caber Toss, I still say McKim is in his prime. I find that BigRedDude44 prefers to referred to as Runks, but this poses the question; what does Mrs. Runks call him? Runkypoo? It was a 36 year journey that brought him to this point in his life, only after his gums where red and raw. A ginger quits because of red? Does anyone else see the irony? Since the start of his quit journey he has made some friends, only because he was smart enough not to use this picture as his avatar. That is smart thinking! I should have thought of it myself.
I soon found that this ginger does not sleep, that only helps prove that we are vampires and have no soul. He soon was sharing way more information than I cared to know, especially that weird goal in life to come back as a bird dog to have sex with a gorilla behind a deer blind. To each their own, but when he shared that I had never seen BoneDiddley act so strangely, even when he walked in on Jama and CLW, at the pottery wheel.
As we continued to move towards the HOF platform he broke out in a Hank Williams Jr medley, that caused several of the quitters to jump out of the window of the moving train, I had never seen Knix, Jspencer, and Oxman move so quickly. I didnÂ’t think it was as bad as his version of Celebration, when the Cowboys won their preseason Blue/White scrimmage.
As we waited for our turn to board, the train the Ginger fell asleep on the sleeper sofa, now for a ginger to oversleep, is like saying FredR remembers to post before 6 pm. Now when that horn blew, (Who knew that the HOF horn played YMCA?) Now that ginger hung like a baby, 7 lbs 14 oz, 18.5 inches, proceeded to get his protector of the burning bush trapped in the couch, causing a momentary panic. But this father of 2, with the grace of the Dancing Hippos from Fantasia, saved his towering redwood sapling, and made it aboard the HOF express. Proving once again, that Aristotle was correct. In his work Physiognomic, he stated “people with tawny colored hair are brave because they have the same hair color as lions, while the reddish cannot be trusted because they have the same hair color as foxes. Well, partly correct, while the ginger in question, maybe sly and look like Swiper the Fox, he is nothing but a 6’6” walking model to quitters, and gingers everywhere, of how to be a Bad Ass Quitter.
