It's the common story of a guy who is involved in a series of horrible incidents and eventually dives off a building to kill himself but lands in a inflatable baggy that saves his life. It all turns out to be an extremely elaborate ruse in order to bring our hero to a realization of what is really important. The movie ends before we get to find out if it worked.
Over the years, I’ve invented a few games of my own. Once for a dinner party, we played Baseball Encyclopedia versus the Betty Crocker Cookbook. Teams of two (couples) would guess the greater between two totals found in each of the two books. For example: Which is greater, the number of triples Pete Rose had in 1978 or the number of ounces of butter in Aunt Mary’s Sinful Chocolate Pound Cake.
If you went with Aunt Mary, you won that round. I don’t remember who won the game, but even years later people told me they remembered that night. They didn’t say why.
We take time out for the real country music lyric of the day
Bubba shot the juke box last night
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night
Bubba ain't never been accused of being mentality stable
So we did not draw an easy breath
Until he laid that colt on the table
He hung his head till the cops showed up
They dragged him right out of Margie's
Told him "Don't play dumb with us, son"
"You know damn well what the charge is."
The latest creation I have is called “Crackers.” Teams of two try to guess what shapes the other team is making with their saltines. I thought of it last night when Gracie made a perfect replica of Idaho while eating Chicken Soup.
