Post by riley on May 24, 2004 20:24:06 GMT -5
Through obligation or otherwise, we try to meet with my parents for dinner about once every week or two.
I don't know if a tier 1 novelist could capture some of the dialogue that takes place, but I'll do my best, with as much creative license as it takes for me to get some attention of course
The Bluegrass Cult
Dad: So we're renting a bus with some folks we met at a bluegrass festival in New Brunswick and heading to Boston to see one of of our favorite groups.
Riley: Dad that's called a cult.
Dad: What do you know about cults? Did you know Ricky Skaggs got his start playing the banjo at this same festival when he was 2.
Riley: Firstly, I doubt very much Skaggs was playing festivals at 2 years old, and secondly, even if he was, it's entirely possible he was already a member of one of these country music cults.
Dad: That's it! You're not going to come here and talk about bluegrass music that way. These are good people...
Riley: ... who want to steal you away to conduct phone surveys so they can enlist more wackos for their cult.
Dad: Are you calling your Mom and I wackos?
Mom: Dad your temper. You promised you wouldn't get your Dad upset this visit.
Riley: Sorry Mom you're right. So how many other fucking wackos are you guys taking with you in the Mystery Machine?
Dad: That's it! Get out! All those years of listening to Iron fucking Priest and Twisted all fucking Purple, you never heard us ay anything about you joining a cult. You and all your Satan worshipping, puppy killing, virgin raping fucking buddies. Not one of those long haired freaks are fit to carry Bill Monroe's guitar case.
Riley: Is Bill Monroe the guy who was fucking his first cousin on a John Deere or something.
... to be continued ...
I don't know if a tier 1 novelist could capture some of the dialogue that takes place, but I'll do my best, with as much creative license as it takes for me to get some attention of course
The Bluegrass Cult
Dad: So we're renting a bus with some folks we met at a bluegrass festival in New Brunswick and heading to Boston to see one of of our favorite groups.
Riley: Dad that's called a cult.
Dad: What do you know about cults? Did you know Ricky Skaggs got his start playing the banjo at this same festival when he was 2.
Riley: Firstly, I doubt very much Skaggs was playing festivals at 2 years old, and secondly, even if he was, it's entirely possible he was already a member of one of these country music cults.
Dad: That's it! You're not going to come here and talk about bluegrass music that way. These are good people...
Riley: ... who want to steal you away to conduct phone surveys so they can enlist more wackos for their cult.
Dad: Are you calling your Mom and I wackos?
Mom: Dad your temper. You promised you wouldn't get your Dad upset this visit.
Riley: Sorry Mom you're right. So how many other fucking wackos are you guys taking with you in the Mystery Machine?
Dad: That's it! Get out! All those years of listening to Iron fucking Priest and Twisted all fucking Purple, you never heard us ay anything about you joining a cult. You and all your Satan worshipping, puppy killing, virgin raping fucking buddies. Not one of those long haired freaks are fit to carry Bill Monroe's guitar case.
Riley: Is Bill Monroe the guy who was fucking his first cousin on a John Deere or something.
... to be continued ...
Yessiree Mr Rileydog sir....do keep em coming ... dat shit is gold ;D
