11/25/2016

In Attendance: Gary, Panama, Pastor, Scribe, Silent Bob, Solomon

Scribe is honored to compose the second in a hopefully never-ending series of blogs for T-14. He attempts to make amends for the past two months during which Pastor subliminally baited him to commence penning absurdities. While Pastor has felt this encouragement to be overt, Scribe has been all but a tad oblivious. Scribe is thankful that Pastor didn’t have to entice him as Panama does his dog to pee—tickle his balls. That’s the dog’s, not his own.

Having a new kitten in Scribe’s household, he can draw parallels to the effect the absence of Dreadlock Fetus had on the table. The lack of youth lowered the table's energy more than a bit. On the other hand, no one unraveled the toilet paper in the John. The relative dawdling pace of conversation notwithstanding, Gary assured everyone he would catch up with the conversation shortly after everyone departed.

Public Service Announcement: Pastor has in his possession a menagerie of journals of which his wife no longer has use and are available for perusal, collages, or the full stocking of the periodicals section of a local library. Casual delight is for the taking from riveting pages of sundry titles like Diabetes Daily, Blue Cheese Quarterly, Miniature Donkey Talk, Girls and Corpses, Ferret Fetish, Portable Restroom Operator, Sewing News, Fencepost, The Croquette Gazette, Potato Review, and Lighthouse Digest, most of these being real titles. They are for the asking at a meager pittance of a Xanex and/or 15-year old scotch—quality or expiration dates inconsequential.

A special shout-out for Panama's appearance after a material absence. By his own narrative, he reenacts Vasco de Gama’s life obstacles with each expedition from the far-off shire of Delray Beach to partake in goblets of reduced-calorie ale with his mates. The valor and ardor he invests in each day of attendance do not go unnoticed.

With that, the Table 14 mantra for the week is: I’d rather go to the club.