Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote: >>> On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂
Ha ha ha ha... gone one.
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Outstanding read, I thank...
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Good one.
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Indeed, point taken... ha ha.
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Outsatanding, stands up well on repeat readings...
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Another read, stands up well as poetry...
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
good one
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
On Sunday, August 9, 2023 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Another great one for poetry lovers, David D. take note...
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Another great one
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Outstanding
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Ha ha ha ha... gone one.
madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
good one
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting,
except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent.
You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just
trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
🙂
Ha ha ha ha... gone one.
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
On Monday, August 10, 2020 at 3:27:31 PM UTC-4, madeforz...@yahoo.com wrote:
On Sunday, August 9, 2020 at 5:46:15 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>> >
Shambles
Yes, the "Richard Pryor" looking guy was somewhat interesting, >>>>>> > > except that he was so drunk he was drooling.
He either thought I looked like Mark Twain or Gene Wilder,
sitting on the bench on Broadway at Midnight, typing.
He seemed to think we were from the same home area,
somewhere around Kentucky,
and then North oats",
all these in Carolina,
where his family worked on "crab boats".
All these short stories and his 1970s comedy asides,
the out of the side of his mouth political jabs and so on,
were pretty entertaining,
as I just sat there and typed,
playing the white straight man type,
like in Stir Crazy and Silver Streak,
wild Einstein afro hair flapping in the breeze.
That went okay for a few minutes
until Pryor knocked over my coffee,
seemed to be embarrassed about that,
and wandered away,
on up the sidewalk.
Then when a crack hooker chick
in real shambles came along,
offered to blow me right there for five bucks,
I decided that along with the chilly breeze on my back,
perhaps it was time to pack it up for the night.
I wanted dark, I got dark.
-Will Dockery 2017
That was...just awful. It wasn't a poem, it was barely coherent. >>>>>> > You...you...you're a terrible person.
Your reading comprehension problems are noted, Dink.
So because I think
You're a troll, Dink... trolls are not well known for thinking, just >>>>> trolling.
Thinking is not Dink's strong suit, no...
Actually, I don't know if Family Guy even has a strong suit.
Ha ha ha ha... gone one.
Happy holidays Victor.
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