Blogagaard Defeats All in Arm Wrestling Contest
An obviously sedate Steph Ash judged this contest at Psycho Suzy's Bar, but we here at Blogagaard obviously threw the smack down seconds later as we defeated KURT in arm wrestling, thanks in part to our trusty Coleman watch. Kafka would have been so proud, he would have called Blogagaard an ant, a type of insect well-known for lifting ten times their body weight. Surely there is a matching photo of something like this of Hemmingway in Paris.
(Thank you to Michele, for this awesome photo)
21 comments:
You da man at arm wrestling. It was kinda like watching a Zen Master at work, but I got a little worried about that vein popping up out of your forehead.
*giggle*
So sorry I missed all the fun. Next time, I will be there sans husband and ready to rock!
It makes me sad to know that I left before the arm wrestling started. I have the distinct record of having never been beaten at arm wrestling by a fiction writer on a Saturday in November. It may have been a mighty match up!
Blogagaard=
An Immoveable Beast
Blogagaard could not defeat me. He pushed my arm down but could not pin it without cheating. This led to an offer of full on body wrestling, during which, even though I am aged and forty pounds lighter than Bloppie, I will punish him for making my right arm really sore.
That skinny bearded fellow has a name, bloppo. It's KURT. And he plays a mean banjo.
the Captain is a sore loser. I did not cheat, but merely started quoting the opening line to the Great Gatsby to pass the time. Then his wrist went as limp as the Packer's rushing defense.
Well, I cheated the first time by lifting my elbow off the table. The 2nd time was pure Fitzgerald, baby!
You are correct, Gatsby did it. I still say that's a cheat!
We here at Blogagaard would like to announce the begining of a new service. For $50, we will come to your house and arm wrestle any challenger who wishes to wrestle. For $100, we will let you win. For $200, we will tell you how pretty your eyes are. For Geoff Herbach, this service will cost $500.
I don't understand. Are you offering to send me to peoples' homes to arm wrestle them, or suggesting I would pay you $500 for the priviledge of getting arm wrestled by you? Bloppo, I already got the milk for free. I don't need to buy the cow.
Over the Blop!
I don't know, Cappy. I'm tired today. That Viking's win really took a lot out of me.
You're rubbing salt in my wounded arm, bloggo. I will take you out to dinner (I mean, I will take you DOWN!)!!
Wow. Super macho, you guys. yet kinda...
sexy....?
infantile....?
graceful...?
Can't remember....too sedated....
Awesome? Yeah, SD, I was thinking that, too.
Be careful, SD. Your arm may be next!
Just kidding?
Uh oh. I think I scared away Something Dirty. My bad.
I took a nap, it was swell.
I can just tell you know I'm terrible at arm wrestling. I lack the will of the warrior. And I think I got a touch of the carpal tunnel syndrome whatchacallitis.
that was supposed to be: I can tell you 'now'. not know. but you should know, so that works too. Oh, yeah, it's back to sleep for me.
I was excluded from arm wrestling, but I am up for the challenge. Bring your tickets for the gun show.
-Jessi "Biceps" Blogger
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