Barfly versus God in Slippers

(aka 'Norm and Cliff, You are Dearly Missed")

 

“Here’s to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life.”

(F. Scott Fitzgerald)

 

Hubert Crackanthorpe: So I have this creative writing assignment for my first year students: write me the shortest possible tall tale in which you present yourself. Give me your bullshit and still show me who you are.

Mexican Vanilla: All you'd get from me would be 'I am a God.'

Hubert Crackanthorpe: Well... that's a good start

Hubert Crackanthorpe: But I want more. So am telling you to add this: 'in slippers'. Then take it from there: 'I am a god in slippers' Surely you can elaborate on that uniqueness?

Mexican Vanilla: 'I am a God in slippers, fueled by hot cheetos ready to unleash a supersoaker waterhose of sugar free red bull energy drink on my foes!'

Hubert Crackanthorpe: See? I knew you had it in you!

Mexican Vanilla: kk, Favorite Uncle Hubie! I'm gonna go heat up a tortilla with butter

Hubert Crackanthorpe: Even better. Work THAT into the assignment. Then we have: 'I am a God in slippers, fueled by hot cheetos ready to unleash a supersoaker waterhose of sugar free red bull energy drink on my foes! But first I'm gonna go heat up a tortilla with butter."

Hubert Crackanthorpe: And you're all set, lil Ms Pulitzer. I'll drink to that.

 

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