Friday, May 23, 2008

Local News Bulletin! / Also: The Chronicles Issues a Correction!

First the exciting news: the Richard-approved Replay Lounge is hosting an "Old Hollywood-style" prom/costume-party tonight!

Kip says: "See, this is weird. The people who go there are weird people and they do weird things. In Fort Scott, we go to Rusty's Bar and we do not have "proms" there. Proms are for kids and they should occur in high-school gymnasiums with constant adult supervision. In bars, all we want is to drink our Budweiser and talk about our tractors and it's all perfectly satisfactory to us."

Richard says: "This sounds awesome. I'm going as Cary Grant!"

Now, the bad news. First came the Crossing and this week brings another closure of a local legend: Papa Keno's (which according to the sign out front has been "seized," perhaps by corporate fuckheads who wish to deny us the sweet 'za cooked up by some of Larryville's dirtiest hippies).

Kip says: "I hate hippies but I love their pizza. Now I'm going to have to learn how to cook dinner. Either that or go to Rudy's."





Also, the blog would like to issue a correction regarding a previous post. Dr. S. will not be starring in Hillbilly Prof, but rather in a very high-minded new series called "What Would Fouceault Do?" which promises a mix of dry wit and obscure literary allusions. Look for it on your local PBS stations this fall. And good luck to Dr. S! (in any further mentions of him here he will be referred to as Dr. X--yes, always in bold letters!).

8 comments:

Dr Foucault said...

The first thing he would do is call for spell check!

Dr X! said...

And I study Bahktin!

Dr S! said...

Don't you mean 'Bakhtin?'

Dr S! said...

And who in hell are you people?

bad speller, good dancer said...

See, that's why I don't study those guys. Their names are notoriously hard to spell!

Anonymous said...

Not Papa Keno's!!! Say it ain't so.

--beth

a trustworthy reporter said...

It's true.

Only the Replay remains as a monument to Larryville at its finest!

Dr. C said...

And thus ends the Third Age of Lawrence . . .