Showing posts with label Keystone Light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keystone Light. Show all posts

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Bears vs. Vikings: 11-1-2015


Des: Welcome to another edition of the Chicago Bears football pre-game show. The Bears face off against the Minnesota Vikings as Chicago sports fans slowly trickle back to watching televised sports with fear and trepidation after the Cubs disappointing loss in the National League Championship Series. Will the Bears use a strong showing to draw viewers away from the juggernaut that is the Chicago Blackhawks? Or, given that the Blackhawks aren’t actually playing today, will Jay Cutler’s lack of first downs cause fans to drift away to watch professional bowling, or an informercial from the 1980s?

To answer these and similar questions is our panel of experts: Concord Wainwright Peabody, Captain Silas Charles “Estado Nova” Red-beard, Modre- the trans-Western guru, the Prissy Minion, Doctor Sally McChesty, Ellie Mae MacGillicutty, and the Keystone Light mascot, Drunky McDumbAss

Redbeard: ARRRH, mateys! I’ve been asked to make to references to Portuguese dictator Salazar in my opening remarks because, apparently, our site meter indicates that this blog is popular in Portugal, and what better way, I guess, to build an audience than to remind it of a dark chapter in its national history? I shudder to see what happens if this Internet journal ever becomes popular in Paraguay. But I digress; here goes, mateys: The Bears loss to Detroit reminds one of Operation Vijay, the 1961 battle in which India took the Portuguese colony of Goa—I’m only reminded of this after reading Salazar’s Wikipedia page—until today, I didn’t know that Portugal even had a colony in India that they kept until the early 1960s. My ignorance of this is a bit of surprise, given that, in my countless centuries of drunken maraudings, I thought I had “dropped anchor”, if ye will, at every colonial port in India. Speaking of Salazar, if ye be lookin’ for an excellent job of whitewashing, look nae further than whoever wrote Salazar’s biography. Here be my favorite quote: “In July 1940,Life magazine called Salazar ‘a benevolent ruler’, described him as ‘by far the world's best dictator, he [Salazar] is also the greatest Portuguese since Prince Henry the Navigator’, and added that ‘the dictator has built the nation’.” What do you think, Des, did I do a good job of maintaining our Portuguese audience?

Des: Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, Captain. Here’s something from friend-of-the-show Agent Screamin’, who shared on my Facebook page a Roz Chast cartoon entitled “Blog Breakdown” with a delightful pie chart indicating that 1/3 of blogs are stories about crap somebody cooked, knitted, or sewed, 1/3 are conspiracy theories, and the remaining 1/3rd are self-promotion. We need to do a lot more about cooking, knitting, and sewing.

Captain: ARRRH, mateys! Ye can’t spell “conspiracy” without “piracy”. Think about that, won’t you?

Prissy: Des, all of my comments about your body of work refer to your output as a “tapestry” of something: a tapestry of thought-crimes, a tapestry of comedy scraps stitched together to hold in the heat of your blazing wisdom…

Des: Drunky McDumbAss, I would imagine that your gourmet skills would be limited to driving through White Castle at three in the morning in a feeble attempt to absorb the gallons of alcohol you drank during last night’s Halloween festivities. But, hey, at least you have an extra hour to sleep it off, thanks to Daylight Stealing Time.

Drunky: Yeah, you’d think so, Des, but I’ve been spending the last nine hours driving around various DUI/DWI checkpoints

Des: DUI and DWI checkpoints? How many states have you had to drive through?

Drunky: That’s between me and my court-ordered tracking bracelet. I’m driving a rental car. Well, it’s “rental” in the sense that it’s not mine.

Des: I assume that the cell phone you’re using to phone this in isn’t yours either, given that my caller ID lists you as “Bjorn Stangerland.”

Drunky: Yeah, both my car and my phone have a booze-breath lock on them, so I have to “borrow” other people’s.

Des: Modre, if anyone can stretch out an overused joke until it’s thinner than hillbilly stew…

Ellie Mae: I resent that remark!

Des: ...it would be you. Do what the demons inside your brain compel you to.

Modre: The quilt covered question mavens of quin-itious quintessence will quietly quake in a quinine stew of gurgling subterfuge-ling masonry, freely quest-dancing in a shadow-foxing under-landau cabriolet chasms under a man-mage whose magic gestures and smooth conversational tone fail to make manifest a destiny that should never be unbound, lest it rolls under a rug that not even the greatest, most gilded broom could sweep everlasting, ever-fasting from a meal that, once cooked, cannot be unmade like last night’s bed upon which…

Des: And that’s all the time you have, Modre. Since there was probably a Donald Trump reference buried in there somewhere, let’s go now to Concord Peabody, who has a terrible Jeb Bush joke that needs to get out while he’s still a presidential candidate.

Concord: Jeb Bush is the only person I’ve beaten in fantasy football.

Des: Sally, since we’ve given up talking about the Bears or even football a long time ago, just say whatever’s on your mind.

Sally: Des, have you seen those disturbing car commercials with the safety engineer imagining himself and his family as crash test dummies? Then there’s the even more disturbing sequel when he starts imagining his co-workers and their families in the crash test car… And then it turns out that the part about him being a safety inspector was also a fantasy.


Des: I think we finally have an awesome direction to take your character. Sit back and watch, sports fans, as the Bears face off in a game in which both team may manage to play at least one quarter of compelling football.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Bears vs. Lions: 10-18-2015


Des: Welcome to another edition of the Chicago Bears football pre-game show. The Bears face off against the Detroit Lions in the Race to Get to .500. Will the Bears take this opportunity to notch their third win against a very, very beatable team? Or will a Bears loss send the team scrambling to trade Matt Forte to build toward a future that may never come?

To answer these and similar questions is our panel of experts: Concord Wainwright Peabody, Captain Silas Charles “Eurotrash” Red-beard, Modre- the trans-Western guru, the Prissy Minion, Doctor Sally McChesty, Ellie Mae MacGillicutty, and the Keystone Light mascot, Drunky McDumbAss

Redbeard: ARRRH, mateys! As ye know all too well, I predict weather through me various physical ailments and predict sports by me communion with various obscure deities from ancient, now defunct, Parthenons. Sadly, recent events have forced me to combine the two, as I am now cursed by numerous gods. Famed volcano goddess Pele has singed me ginger beard, which means we’ll have snow flurries tonight and Jay Cutler will score two touchdowns and fumble the ball twice. Then the Norse god of thunder, Thor, will cause an uncomfortable electric tingling in me hook that serves as me right hand, which can only mean partly cloudy skies tomorrow with a high of 50 degrees and also a Bears special teams player, who has wallowed in obscurity until today, will return a punt for a touchdown. Finally, Xochiquetzal—the Aztec goddess of plants, I guess?—has given me a bout of toe fungus, so, I’m thinkin’ we’ll be seeing a bright harvest moon tonight with a low dippin’ down to 29 degrees and at least one interception returned for a touchdown.

Des: “Weather and sports-- together.” Finally, a marketable slogan for the good captain.

Sally: A huge improvement from his current slogan: “Weather, sports, and anger all wrapped in a tiny little package of hate.”

Des: Modre. Fog up the mind with a gentle mist of inscrutability.

Modre: “The ones who best predict the future are the ones who define the future.” I define “future” as “flabbitty tabb tabb rinkitty dink dink sham sham shammitty sham bop… that’s the way it should be… wahoooo… yeah!”

Des: Let’s turn now to our panelist who’s less insightful than a two year old’s crayon wall scrawlings: Drunky McDumbass.

Drunky: Des, I’m going to horn in on your territory by making a terrible joke in response to something that was said 20 minutes ago. To wit: the only Keystone XL Pipeline I care about is my 1000 week Keystone Keg Club subscription where they send me a keg every Friday.

Des: Drunky, how much did you pay for that subscription?

Drunky: 1K

Des: Concord Peabody. Do you have anything for us?

Concord: I’ve heard that many states are considering having their own fantasy football leagues in a desperate effort to save their pension funds. To the listeners reading at home, I’d like to be your state’s Secretary of Fantasy Football so I can finally enjoy some of that sweet, sweet money.

Des: In a serious vein, I’d like to see a Draft Kings vs. Fan Duel Pro Bowl, featuring the biggest money makers of each league choosing the two teams. Prissy Minion. Take this to the outer limits of what the English language can communicate.

Prissy Minion: Des, what the world needs now may be beyond your ability. What the world wants now, you’ve got in spades.

Des: Ellie Mae McGillicutty. What fricasseed wisdom do you have for us today?

Ellie Mae: Des, out of sheer boredom, I watched the Weather Channel’s “3 Scientists Walk Into a Bar”, which would be better titled “3 Drunks Talk About Science in a Bar.” “See, what people should do is, what they should do is, teach about volcanoes by driving a bloodhound in a back of a pickup truck next to my twelve gauge and blow up some ping pong balls in the middle of a football field while some guy with a thick Southern drawl randomly makes some science noises like ‘caldera’ and ‘vent pipe’ and ‘P-waves’ and ‘S-waves’ and na-haw-haw-hawwww.”

Des: Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna tear anyone away from Doctor Who. Speaking of fictional doctors: Doctor McChesty. You drew the short straw.

Sally: So I did. So I did. Sit back and watch sports fans, as the Bears play in a game that represents a huge time commitment if you combine it with Sunday night’s Cubs game. Those of you reading at home may want to deeply assess whether your marriage can survive six hours of sports viewing.