I had a converstion with a childhood friend the other day. Some of you reading this blog may remember him as my 'fake friend', as you so ruthlessly labeled him many years ago.... (Tia). So I'd like to introduce the rest of you to my best friend growing up... the coauthor and cohort of many late night shenanigans, the Stoudemire to my Nash, the Montana to my Rice, the beef to my slow cooker... well, you get the point.
Jason: Bartholomew Jay Merriweather Witherspoon III! How doth thou doeth?
Bart: Jason Winifred Ulysses Hammock Jr! The sire be-eth well. And thou?
Jason: Good morrow, sire! Venus hath lifted her skirt. Apollo hath blessed us with the removal of his blouse!
Bart: Oh blessed Apollo… thou art a magnificent beast indeed.
Jason: I have decided that you must submit a proposal to BYU to convince them to recruit more black kids. Slow white kids and fat islanders don’t win football games.
Bart: I’ve written three. And BYU does have one black kid. He’s just really slow. And I don’t think it’s the players. I think it’s the coaching. We need black coaches.
J: Do black coaches make the players faster?
B: By osmosis. (Now to myself) Or is by muscle replacement?
J: Wow! This is groundbreaking research! If I hang out with black kids, will I get faster?
B: Well... you won’t. Osmosis only works on people who haven't been labeled as ‘the slowest person alive’. Plus, you don’t know any black people.
J: I will have you know that I am Turnberry Heights Retirement Home’s reigning 100 and 200 meter champion. I won and I’m the Champ! And I live with the blackest kid alive. (Kid painted in black paint)
B: Yeah but I heard you won last year because you kicked Ms. Hill’s walker out from under her, and Mr. Johnson was disqualified for using a motorized scooter.
J: That is a matter of conjecture! I won and I’m the Champ! And even if it were true, why should she get to use a walker? She might as well be on steroids!
B: Conjecture? You’re just lucky Fat Harold sat in front of the camera right as it happened. Otherwise your medals would have been stripped.
J: Don’t you mean striped?
B: No, the medals are already striped… your striped medals would have been stripped.
J: If it can’t be proven, it didn’t happen! I won and I’m the Champ!
B: And still slow.