SOTU 2008: "Curly Cue" Bush, Dick (head) Cheney and Lot Lizard
Just another night at the Iron Rail, another year looking at the projected versions of their beloved leaders: Bush, Cheney, Nancy Pelosi.
Classically acquiring the projector minutes before W heads into the house chambers, a crowd of nigh thirty witnessed another state of the union address while drinking high-life's and sharpie-ing the white board taped up in lieu of a projector screen.
Forever will we remember: the unibrow and french curly cue mustache drawn on W's upper lip; an exquisitely sharpied penis and testis on Cheney's forehead, ever slowly landing back on his baldness as the camera operator zoomed in; zzzz's for the napping, "resting eyes" has beens in the audience shots who can no longer stay up after 8pm; the spastic labeling of Pelosi as a "lot lizard"; and, last but not least, a small but formidable target symbol on W's forehead.
Throughout the speech, people hardly paid attention to his sentiments as lies were mocked and enthusiasm waned until the target symbol gave new found meaning to throwing dumpstered peppers wrapped in moist toilet paper at the target.
Though no one directly hit (Battleship!), there was a Bush pinata afterwards for baseball bat aggression. Candy splattered about and many dove for smarties. In one last hurrah, everybody played a quick game of unknown origin in the streets outside. From a spectactor's point of view, it was a perfect end to the evening: running, dodging, tagging, dramatic fake deaths and shrieks of euphoria.
Viva _____ !
--matt
Classically acquiring the projector minutes before W heads into the house chambers, a crowd of nigh thirty witnessed another state of the union address while drinking high-life's and sharpie-ing the white board taped up in lieu of a projector screen.
Forever will we remember: the unibrow and french curly cue mustache drawn on W's upper lip; an exquisitely sharpied penis and testis on Cheney's forehead, ever slowly landing back on his baldness as the camera operator zoomed in; zzzz's for the napping, "resting eyes" has beens in the audience shots who can no longer stay up after 8pm; the spastic labeling of Pelosi as a "lot lizard"; and, last but not least, a small but formidable target symbol on W's forehead.
Throughout the speech, people hardly paid attention to his sentiments as lies were mocked and enthusiasm waned until the target symbol gave new found meaning to throwing dumpstered peppers wrapped in moist toilet paper at the target.
Though no one directly hit (Battleship!), there was a Bush pinata afterwards for baseball bat aggression. Candy splattered about and many dove for smarties. In one last hurrah, everybody played a quick game of unknown origin in the streets outside. From a spectactor's point of view, it was a perfect end to the evening: running, dodging, tagging, dramatic fake deaths and shrieks of euphoria.
Viva _____ !
--matt
(picture added 2/7 -coach)
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