Talent Search Espectacularrr!

Today the inspiration dial hit an all time low. The needle is buried below E. Oops, it just dropped down between the seat cushions. Hmm, I’ll dig that out later.

In the mean time I’d like to announce the B&C TALENT SEARCH ESPECTACULARRR (three r’s)!! It’s the talent search with a southwestern zing. So, get to work. Submit some crap. Yes, we are accepting all entrees ranging from pure crap to crappy. At the end of an undisclosed period of time, a winner will be announced.

The winner will receive a grand prize of, hmm, what’s on my desk… A half full bottle of Blenheim Ginger Ale, “The ginger ale with a kick of spice that makes it twice as nice.” That works great. It goes well with our Southwestern Spice Spice Zing thing.

OK, so, don’t just sit there. Get crackin’, Send in some junk, I mean literally anything. Go ahead and send in a grocery list, a dirty sock, the post-it note on your computer screen that says, “I owe snack box 50 cents.” It’s just content. Damn. We already have our first entry from Chad S. Brice. Surprise Surprise! It’s a poem. G Brent.. better get on it, the score is now 4 to 1.

He didn’t give it a title, so I get to christen it:

Rectum? I Nearly Killed ‘Em.
By Chad S. Brice

I open the door
you lie motionless
The stench is excruciating

I shake you
you are stiff and green
I cry out in pain

why did I neglect you
I could have prevented this
you have crossed the brink

The shame and odor are too great
I bring you out slowly
and throw you in the dumpster

I feel longing and remorse
The emptiness in unbearable
how long had I waited?

I must move on
It is no good to dwell
nothing will bring you back

I yearn for sustenance
I find my solice
in hot juicy flesh

I feel guilty
but I am satiated
I will not weep for you

Next time, I will not wait
Leftovers will be consumed in a timely manner
No more casualties