98 — Shenanigans and Such: a Treatise on Dipshits, Assholes, and Combobulations
For Sunday, April 7, Story-a-Day Challenge: Day 98/366
My name's Tom Foolery, and I'm always in the nitty gritty with my shenanigans. Whether it be horseplay, brouhaha, or general rigamarole, I jump from the frying pan into the fire with all of my hijinks. Some call it hanky panky; I call it being discombobulated.
I've paid the price, faced the music, and done my time.
My pitter-patter's willy-nilly, all pell-mell when I'm in the thick of it--up to my ass in alligators. I'm namby-pamby and wishy-washy. My helter-skelter chitchat is a shitload of jabberwocky mumbo jumbo because I zigzag with ragtag riffraff. I can't hack derring-do, much less grow a pair.
I'm just shitty, wearing hoity-toity like stink on shit. I'm ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag. Without a leg to stand on, if I had a wooden leg I'd be shit-on-a-stick. You can't eat shit sandwiches if you don't like bread--so I'm shit-out-outa-luck. I float my boat up Shit's Creek.
I'm a dipshit.
"Dipshit":
A stupid or incompetent person. (Usually vulgar.) --Merriam-Webster
Usually? At least I'm not an asshole.
"Asshole":
Anus. A stupid, annoying, or detestable person. --Merriam-Webster
Stupid, annoying, or detestable--but not incompetent. Assholes are competent. My incompetence is why I'm a dipshit and not an asshole.
I'm constantly putting out fires after I cut to the quick. I've seen seesaws yet know what I see but deny what I saw. I know what I am and not what I know. I see seafood food.
I weave tangled webs of clusterfucks, my mouth running with brainfarts. I wag, telling tails told by an idiot. Running things up the flagpole in spaghetti storms, I see what sticks.
I'm a cliché, ne'er-do-well, and good-f0r-nothin'. They said I'd never amount to anything, but I showed 'em and amounted to less. When all's said and done, I won't spill the beans sayin' what I've done.
I throw good money after bad, borrow trouble, and always miss the boat, except for the one up Shit's Creek without my paddle.
When I kick the bucket, I know I can't take it with me, but I plan on re-combobulating and taking other people's stuff with me. Try n' stop me, asshole, 'cause you're up against a dipshit!
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This treatise originally was presented as my PhD candidacy thesis on Mazlow's Hierarchy of Miscreants, performed by the Bridge-on-the-River Choir, at the Symbionese Liberation Navy Academy. No assholes were harmed in the writing of this story-of-the-day.
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Word count (excluding notes): 366
Submitted for Sunday, April 7, 2024
2024: A Story-a-Day for the whole year. This one is #98.
All pictures are AI-generated, but the assholes were portrayed as themselves.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
Comments (3)
Well-wrought! All the world's a stage, eh?
Wonderfully mad!
You showed them and amounted to less 😂😂😂😂😂 clever - and I use discombobulated frequently.