Sunday, March 05, 2006

Haiku: A Requiem for KFC

Stats that look best in
a suitcase; no fire, no
no huddle, no more.

Note: This haiku remains classified as wishful thinking until further notice.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

great haiku, but this is like a nightmare you can't wake up from, a bad houseguest who keeps saying he's leaving but never seems to get off the couch, a bad flu you can't shake ... let me know when it's safe to wake up and have a cup of otto.

11:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Everything you need to know about KFC--he can't even get cut right

5:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's it--time to grab KFC and David Dunn, throw them in the trunk of a Buick, and cart them off to a Motel 6 in El Segundo.

If we stash them there until this whole thing finally blows over (duct tape works nicely), then there is no way Collins can renegotiate his contract and actually stay on this team.

Who's with me?

6:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm in and I'll drive

9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and now, for even more haiku from the peanut gallery:

Lucy yank football
Charlie miss kick again;
Kidnap K-F-C

11:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let me take my head from over toilet to write this blog. This is like the Delawrence Grant, Denard Walker nightmare all over again. They're gone, they're back, they can't play football. KFC, like Jason from the horror movies, is back, hacking away,(That's how he throws passes). Don't shut the lights, he'll get us all. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, back to vomiting.

2:50 PM  

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