Doug Being Pranked

What was that sound? That rustling noise? It could be heard in the icy North, where there was not one leaf left upon one tree, it could be heard in the South, where the crinoline skirts lay deep in the mothballs, as still and quiet as wool. It could be heard from sea to shining sea, o’er purple mountains’ majesty and upon the fruited plain. What was it? Why, it was the rustle of thousands of bags of potato chips being pulled from supermarket racks; it was the rustle of plastic bags being filled with beer and soda pop and quarts of hard liquor; it was the rustle of newspaper pages fanning as readers turned eagerly to the sports section; it was the rustle of currency changing hands as tickets were scalped for forty times their face value and two hundred and seventy million dollars were waged upon one or the other of two professional football teams. It was the rustle of Super Bowl week… Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All

doug seapacks

Photo Edward Jones

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6 Responses to Doug Being Pranked

  1. Barb Estinson says:

    Stay tuned, Super Bowl fan!

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Love it!!
    In the meantime:
    GO HAWKS!!!

    • Sandy says:

      I just bought a half case of beer for my neighbor guys who take my garbage can to the curb and back as a way of thank you. That is about as good as it gets for me and the Super Bowl 🙂

  3. Jesse says:

    This it outrageous did Doug approve of this picture? haha

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