Late Night LJ Revelation #576
Until about 5 years ago, I thought that there where two games. One game was called Crow Kay, the other was called Crock Et.
I didnt realize that croquet is referring to the game Crow Kay and when I saw the word croquet, I assumed they where referring to the mythical game of Crock Et. For some reason, I believed that the games where similar and both where French.
When I figured out that Crow Kay and croquet where one in the same and that there was no Crock Et, I was very displeased with myself for being a moron. To make up for this mistake, I resolve to invent a lawn game named Crock Et and promote it until it is popular. The game of Crock Et, will be spelled: croquet. If this plan succeeds, I never made a mistake because the game of Crock Et or croquet will enjoy massive popularity.
Speaking of croquet. The best thing about this game was the fact that, if one had no skill at getting the balls through the wickets, they could just pick a person to fuck with. That person's croquet life would be made a living hell, as you made them miserable by knocking thier balls far from the wicket. This is the only game in the world that allows those with no chance to win the power to get revenge on those who know what they are doing.
The War on Terror is croquet. The terrorists can never "win" this war. They can make us very miserable, though. Just like knocking the good player's ball from the wicket right when they think they have a good shot, the terrorists can bleed us until we lose interest and move on to something else. The problem is that this game costs lives.
I dunno, just some early AM thoughts that may or may not make sense.
I didnt realize that croquet is referring to the game Crow Kay and when I saw the word croquet, I assumed they where referring to the mythical game of Crock Et. For some reason, I believed that the games where similar and both where French.
When I figured out that Crow Kay and croquet where one in the same and that there was no Crock Et, I was very displeased with myself for being a moron. To make up for this mistake, I resolve to invent a lawn game named Crock Et and promote it until it is popular. The game of Crock Et, will be spelled: croquet. If this plan succeeds, I never made a mistake because the game of Crock Et or croquet will enjoy massive popularity.
Speaking of croquet. The best thing about this game was the fact that, if one had no skill at getting the balls through the wickets, they could just pick a person to fuck with. That person's croquet life would be made a living hell, as you made them miserable by knocking thier balls far from the wicket. This is the only game in the world that allows those with no chance to win the power to get revenge on those who know what they are doing.
The War on Terror is croquet. The terrorists can never "win" this war. They can make us very miserable, though. Just like knocking the good player's ball from the wicket right when they think they have a good shot, the terrorists can bleed us until we lose interest and move on to something else. The problem is that this game costs lives.
I dunno, just some early AM thoughts that may or may not make sense.