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Wing Central On The Ave
4525 University Way NE
Seattle, WA 98105
Wednesdays: 8:00 PM
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11:27 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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Wing Central on the Ave: Wednesdays @ 8 pm
Marcus (Sgt. Jinglehonks)

Peace, love, and musicals.

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
Wednesdays: 8:00 PM
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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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Wing Central on the Ave: Wednesdays @ 8 pm
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!

Wing Central On The Ave
4525 University Way NE
Seattle, WA 98105
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11:14 PM, October 08, 2014
Scores
The Fellowship of the Wing 76

Trivially Gifted 58

Return of Team Fuckup 56

Blank 47

It's the Sneezy Breezy McDeluxe 45

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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.

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was [eaten], and what my lousy [button] was like, and how my [more buttons] were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff [humps] me, and in the second place, my [cats] would have two [croissants] apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They’re quite [delicious] about anything like that, especially my [aunt]. They’re nice and all - I’m not saying that - but they’re also [unpleasant] as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddamn autobiography or anything. I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me last [St. Patrick’s Day] just before I got pretty run-down and had to [flip] and take it easy. I mean that’s all I told D.B. about, and he’s my [cousin] and all. He’s in [Milwaukee]. That isn’t too far from this [hungry] [brie], and he comes over and [cartwheels] me practically every week end. He’s going to [pet] me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a [horse]. One of those little [Canadian] jobs that can do around [eight bajillion] miles per hour. It cost him damn near [seven] bucks. He’s got a lot of dough, now. He didn’t use to. He used to be just a regular [cat wrangler], when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, [Smoke & Mirrors by Neil Gaiman], in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was ‘[The Adventures of Captain Calliope].’ It was about this little kid that wouldn’t let anybody look at his [boat] because he’d bought it with his own [river]. It [swam] me. Now he’s out in [Kansas City], D.B., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s [pastels]. Don’t even mention them to me.

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