Naked City’s STFU Donny!
The remnants of Naked City’s The Big Lebrewski found their way into a beer as confusing as yer haunting memories from those days in Vietnam. Just like that time when The Dude got himself into a pickle with the cripple, you can turn yer attention to simpler matters. Like bowling.
Naked City opens the game with the sweetness of 2 chocolate strikes. ”I’m throwing rocks tonight. Mark it, Dude.” But in the next frame hits a 7-10 split. While yer waiting for yer ball to come back, the hops take over and help guide your thoughts, envisioning the crazy-ass spare yer about to pick up. But the Jesus just accosted another 8 year old. On the lane next to you. Then threatened to shove yer gun up yer ass and pull the trigger until it goes click. ”Jesus.” ”You said it man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.” And all yer left with is the bitter taste of the roast that just sacked yer ass into missing that 7-10 pickup. What the hell just happened? ”8 year olds, dude.”
So the next time yer running around by the In-n-Out Burger - “Those are good burgers, Walter.” ”Shut the fuck up, Donny.” - grab yerself a pint of Naked City’s STFU Donny and try to figure out what the hell yer going to do about that Chinaman who peed on yer rug. ”He peed on the Dude’s rug.” ”Donny, you’re out of your element! Dude, the Chinaman is not the issue here!”
The Issue here is whether or not you can wrap yer tastebuds around a 7-10 split while some pederast is rubbing his balls in yer face.
-The Admiral
- 2 years ago
