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Wing Central On The Ave
4525 University Way NE
Seattle, WA 98105
Wednesdays: 8:00 PM
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11:21 PM, October 29, 2014
Scores
The Fellowship of the Wing 82

Return of the Dumbasses 66

Team Zach Attack 58

I Lied, My Team is Not Better 52

Kurt 27

Together We'll Go Far 26

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Marcus (Sgt. Jinglehonks)

Peace, love, and musicals.

Hey everybody! I get paid to write things. You will like them. Lookee here: www.marcusgorman.com.

And now, a very Charles Dickens Mad Libs.

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My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my [gossamer] tongue could make of both names nothing [hot] or more [fluid] than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

I give Pirrip as my father's family name, on the authority of his [cup] and my sister -- Mrs Joe Gargery, who married the [statistician]. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of [zippers]), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their [rings]. The [surface] of the [posters] on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a [scratchy], [colorful], [banal], with [tepid] black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, `Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,' I drew a [sanguine] conclusion that my mother was [gelatinous] and [provocative]. To five little stone [raindrops], each about a foot and a half long which were arranged in a neat [bisque] beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little [windows] of mine -- who gave up trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle -- I am indebted for a belief I [briskly] entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their [sermons], and had never taken them out in this state of existence.

Ours was the [ravine] country, down by the [mesa], within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most [lukewarm] and [corrupt] impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this [glossy] [bucket] overgrown with [hospitals] was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that [Mad Eye Moody], [Catfish Hunter], [Mr. Bojangles], [Crystal Fairy], and [Lumpy Space Princess], infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the [mild] [fervent] [chrysanthemum] beyond the churchyard, intersected with [cherries] and [nuggets] and [buttons], with scattered [kitties] feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond, was the river; and that the distant [steamy] [pocket] from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundle of [geodes] growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.

Wing Central On The Ave
4525 University Way NE
Seattle, WA 98105
Wednesdays: 8:00 PM
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11:27 PM, October 22, 2014
Scores
The Fellowship of the Wing 84

Better than Box Wine Charles 81

Dream Team 72

Bitchez Be Like 71

Trivially Gifted 71

Peavey & Claire Suck Eggs #Winning 63

Caesar Wrap 61

No Name 15

Amana 5

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Hey everybody! I get paid to write things. You will like them. Lookee here: www.marcusgorman.com.

In honor of tonight’s second World Series game between the Royals and the Giants, here’s a Mad Libs version of “Casey at the Bat.”

 

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when [Flugenheimer] died at first, and [Syphowitz] did the same,
A [bald] silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
 

An [ethereal] few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a [drink] at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But [Organza] preceded Casey, as did also [Operetta Muse],
And the former was a [pen] and the latter was a [booze];
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But [Organza] let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And [Operatta Muse], the much [shimmered], tore the [parakeet] off the ball;
And when the [blanket] had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-[wringing] third.

Then from 5,000 [keys] and more there rose a [sharp] yell;
It [stabbed] through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It [linked] upon the mountain and [sopped] upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was [climbing] to the bat.

There was [bashfulness] in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was [ennui] in Casey's bearing and a [tea] on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the [drugs], he lightly [plotted] his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand [glasses] were on him as he [poured] his hands with dirt;
Five thousand [breasts] [stalked] when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the [coat] into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the [taffeta]-covered sphere came [dancing] through the air,
And Casey stood a-[writing] it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with [monkeys], there went up a [poor] roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on an [effervescent] and [lackluster] shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-[cried] him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of [Shinto] charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the [ebullient] [tear]; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the [round thing] flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the [gleeful] thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one [wet] look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his [foot] grow stern and cold, they saw his [fingers] strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that [book] go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his [esophagus] are [winged] in hate;
He [spins] with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is [flogged] by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

Wing Central On The Ave
4525 University Way NE
Seattle, WA 98105
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11:32 PM, October 15, 2014
Scores
The Fellowship of the Wing 81

The Law 78

Bar Examiners 75

Trivially Gifted 65

Jeremy Right Now 64

Supercute! 61

Team Ramrod 61

Team Fuckup 55

I'm Mr. Meeseeks. Look At Me! 54

Be Our Baby Daddy, Zack 52

Well Hung Jury 52

Leavenworthless 39

Goat Town 22

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Marcus (Sgt. Jinglehonks)

Peace, love, and musicals.

Hey everybody! I get paid to write things. You will like them. Lookee here: www.marcusgorman.com.

Thank you all so much for a spectacular night! We did a Quiz for a Cause for the University of Washington Student Health Law Organization Benefitting National Parkinson’s Foundation, and while most of the money went to the charity, team The Fellowship of the Wing went home with the grand prize of $55 in cash! Congratulations!

And now, Shakespearean mad libs:

 

But, [spry]! what [dingo] through yonder window [leaps]? It is the east, and Juliet is the [Milky Way].

Arise, fair [moonbeam], and kill the [funky] moon,
Who is already sick and pale with [euphoria],

That thou her maid art far more [jaunty] than she: Be not her maid, since she is [disdainful];
Her [salty] [pony] is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; [gallop] it off.

It is my [wig], O, it is my [stocking]!
LO, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says [Holy cats!]: what of that?

Her [finger] discourses; I will answer it.
I am too [sparkling], 'tis not to me she [saunters]:
Two of the [glinting] [javelins] in all the heaven,
Having some [lip gloss], do [read] her eyes
To [channel] in their [shoes] till they return.
What if her [knees] were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her [ankle] would shame those stars, As daylight doth a [hoodie]; her [pages] in heaven 

Would through the airy region [of the Caspian Sea] so bright That [orangutans] would [swim] and think it were not night. See, how she leans her [heart] upon her hand!

O, that I were a [stomach] upon that [poodle],

That I might touch that [butt]cheek!

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