The
Words:
Lopsided
Whiskey
Beaver
Film
Exhausted
The
Vision:
The
Poetry:
Lopsided beaver,
Exhausted from the
whiskey;
Someone please
film this.
The
Motivation:
This month, I didn’t choose the words.
While out of town, I was prompted by the peeps that it was
the 6th and I hadn’t yet submitted my words. I asked if they wanted
drunk words. And yes, of course they did. So, rather than come up with
something (I’ll admit, it’s getting harder and harder to give the five words
each month) I went around the table and made everyone give me a word.
After filtering a few selections (let’s keep it PG-13
people!), I sent the words to the peeps. These were the responses I got…
“That. Is. Awesome.”
“I’m supposed to sleep now?”
I’ll let you guess which was which, but one of them was so
inspired he submitted his entry the next day!
This is what happens over beers, shots, wings, and oysters
at Murphy’s Law during Fall Bike Week at Myrtle Beach. Damn bikers…
