Tuesday, April 07, 2009

QUICK!

Hurry. Got ten minutes to write. Whatinthehell can one write about in ten minutes?

Ain’t sure, but gotta be quick. Quick. What does one think of when ya thinka quick? (Pervert, knew you’d think that.)..

Fast food. Quick. Hurry. “Honey, can u go thru Mickey D’s? And remember BBQ sauce for little Louie.”..

Text. Saying “hi” in a millisecond. Crosstown, crosscountry, “hi.” Or, “ILY”.

Basketball, baseball, football players – “quick.”

Old age… gotta get to the restroom.. QUICK..

Out with friends, needta hide from one you perhaps didn’t invite that is also out and about. OVER HERE! QUICK!..

Garage sale. Need money, QUICK.

Make a quick appearance. Quick, get the paycheck to the bank. A coworker, very quick. A slacker, very quick to shy away from work. Quick to get that monkey offa their back.

A parent. A coach. A teacher. QUICK! (Do this, do that, don’t do that. Stop that. Now.) A control kinda thing.

Pudding. Microwave popcorn. Oatmeal. Nestle’s Quick. N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestle’s makes the very best chocolate.. quick.

Quick kick. Quick Draw McGraw. Johnny Quick.

Quickening is the very earliest perception of fetal movement by a mother during pregnancy. Once born, “quick… NOW WHAT?”.. Eh, enjoy the early times where you can lay the little doogers on the blanket and they don’t/can’t stray… doesn’t last long. Soon after, you begin aging when you quickly have to follow them allover the house so they don’t eat cigarette butts, tootsie rolls outta the kitty litter, or pull the frying pan offa the stove.

I sunburn, quick. I don’t drive quick. Hereditary. In fact, sister and I usedta clap from the backseat whenever the old man passed another car. (A quick story.)

Quick temper. Quick wit. Quick Facts. Quick calculator.

Quick. ASAP. Abrupt. Accelerated. Agile. Alert. Animated. Brief. Brisk. Express. Hasty. Hurried. Immediate (I want what I want and I want it NOW.) Instantaneous. Perfunctory. Prompt. Rapid. Snappy. Sudden. Swift.

Quick Trip. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Quicksand.

A ten minute blog. Quick. In ending, I loved the story of how Cowboy Bob (had a kid’s radio program long ago) ended his radio show.. Thought the mike was off.. spouted (quickly) “THERE… that oughta please the little bastards.”

One-liners. Quick. Quick, ten minutes are up, time to go to work. Quick Vic. (Again… you pervert.) Havea day. Havea quickie. Quickly. Love, Victurd.

No comments: