Overnightscape Central – People We Used to Know (8/15/16)
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2:09:53 – Jimbo!! Â Mike Boody!! Â Doc Sleaze!! Â Frank Edward Nora!! Â Another epic gathering of monologists!! Â PQ Ribber is your genial host and Jimbo provides the indispensable ONSUG Week in Review!!
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 United States License.
Attribution by PQ Ribber.
Released Augusr 2016 on The Overnightscape Underground (onsug.com), an Internet talk radio channel focusing on a freeform monologue style, with diverse and clever hosts presenting unique programs, historic archival material, and nocturnal audio
So don’t let the polar bears and the whales
and the lynx and the wolves
and all the other terrible animals catch you
when you’re out tryin’ to trap ’em
they’ll come up from behind you
and tear out your cervix and your spinal cord
and your esophagus and your livers and stuff
oh yeah don’t let it happen to you
and watch out for those Tabasco wagons –
those terrible Tabasco wagons
I don’t want you just to be a memory
Comment by Jimbo — August 16, 2016 @ 4:41 am
Finally!! A poem with both cervixes and Tabasco!!
Comment by pqribber — August 16, 2016 @ 12:59 pm
PQ: I know right!?
After listening to this I’m temped to get back on Facebook. Not.
Comment by Jimbo — August 16, 2016 @ 5:44 pm
Nanook when he caught the whale under magic sky
Nanook when he get wife pregnant during her first pregnancy and end up having twins
Nanook when he grind up complete and plated seal burgers and make new seal burger patties
Nanook when the sun set
Nanook who invest in snow futures derivatives trading
Nanook and the frozen whore
Nanook who eat fried Spam sandwiches and watch MLB app
Nanook who cook whale rind crispy and crackling
Nanook the Joe Cain of the North howling at moon
Nanook fix indoor toilet with paperclip
Nanook of other worlds delivered by the ice fungus
Comment by Chad — August 17, 2016 @ 8:13 am
Grock of the witches’ titfos.
Grock of the texmex~roplex.
Grock of humor twisted by years thinking of the phrase “ice fungus”.
Grock of Joe Cain; he fought a war against Edmund McIlhenny while dreaming. His hands still smell of New Iberia and Avery Island Funkcookies.
Grock of “plumbing trix for the lazy and the incredibly cheap”.
Grock, at age 14, of the “Let’s Bring Cap’n Crunch to Mobile” commission.
Grock of the pork ‘n beans and baloney sammiches.
Grock of the frozen front door because moose peed on it.
Grock of the Hometownville’s ‘Corned Beef Hash’ brigade. More salt in the can than in the entire Bear Bay.
Grock of the “Don’t make me cut you with this frozen paper towel” action committee.
Comment by Jimbo — August 17, 2016 @ 10:03 am
People I used to know:
There was this kid that would stare at the ceiling light fixtures. He was perhaps among the last of the Mobile’s young polio victims. One of only two kids in Elementary school that had crutches and braces because of polio disease. He said the light recharged him and was the source of his powers.
I knew this black man that sold herbs and peanuts. He would park his truck on Cottage hill Rd and sell his peanuts and yellow sticks, and white dirt in a bag. The yellow sticks were something you could boil and then drink the yellow water. It cured most anything by way of clearing out the system. Think full digestive system reset out the backdoor. The peanuts were available either boiled or dry in shell. The white dirt helped make women feel better and cured various concerns.
There was a traveling salesman that showed up here and there at my grandmothers house. He had a truck full of stuff and he would talk your head off to try and figure out if he had something you needed or to help you figure out something you could use that was otherwise just sitting there on his truck. If he didn’t have it, he would go away and come back weeks later with something like it.
There was this girl in the cul-de-sac that would sometimes do a striptease act when we played kickball. Her father was a preacher. Their house ended up getting haunted and they moved after the mother died mysteriously. The new neighbors didn’t mind the ghosts.
I have a friend that hit a shark on a flooded rode near Dauphin Island last year. It tore up the front of his truck and the insurance company fought him over the incident. They said that he should have done whatever was necessary to avoid the animal.
Comment by Chad — August 19, 2016 @ 12:49 pm
That was so good, I wasn’t sure if any of it is real or not. It had that Chad goodness all over it. There are a lot of things that makes Onsug special and Chad your crazy stories are one of those things to me. I often wonder where I would be if I had not heard all of these Chad stories. You can tell a story and it’s all normal but then you know it’s a Chad story and you think, no wait, this is a Chad story! I just never know… Hence, “Chad, you’re so normal, you’re so normal”… Thanks for sharing.
Comment by Jimbo — August 19, 2016 @ 5:55 pm