The friscalating dusklight: Clarence Swamptown, COW
Posted on June 13th, 2008 – 4:20 PMBy Michael Rand
There were several strong efforts this week; Stu, heeding directions, sent his favorite string in and voted for Rocket; however, since the term Rocket used in triplicate (at least in its full form) has only appeared five times in a Star Tribune publication (thrice in Vita.mn, once in quotation marks in a recent TV review and once in a 1994 CJ column), we’ll just link to the original comment instead of throwing it out there in bright shiny letters. … Jon particularly liked Roughkat’s comment about the gentleman at Game 4 of the NBA finals wearing the Shawn Kemp jersey. Indeed, that was a good one. … But the consensus seems to be that Clarence Swamptown, after putting together another very strong week punctuated by his “The Twins’ ‘All the toddlers you can eat’ promotion went horribly awry” comment, is this week’s winner. Better luck next week to Rocket, Roughkat and any other commenter whose name may or not begin with Ro. Clarence: 300 words by noon Monday. Or else. Or else what? Exactly.
Oh, and look for the latest episode of RandBites over here.
5 Responses to "The friscalating dusklight: Clarence Swamptown, COW"
since the term Rocket used in triplicate (at least in its full form) has only appeared five times in a Star Tribune publication (thrice in Vita.mn, once in quotation marks in a recent TV review and once in a 1994 CJ column
That term being “boner-tastic.”
As someone once told me:
Well, I thought it was funny.
I’m going to make a point of calling something “boner-tastic” at the conference that I’ll be at over the next week.
Man, my workplace is going to be so proud of me.
I’m going to make a point of calling something “boner-tastic” at the conference that I’ll be at over the next week.
Man, my workplace is going to be so proud of me.
The folks at Catholic Charities love a good wang joke, so you should be okay.
To whichever bonehead at the Strib that’s decided, “Hey, let’s make the podcast page refresh every so often, so that the damned thing re-starts halfway through;” you, sir or madam, are a moron.
