chi-over-det

Scene: A Big Boy Restaurant off I-94 in Kalamazoo. Chicago enters the restaurant and notices that Detroit is there sitting at a corner booth. Chicago goes over and sits down.

Chicago: Hey Detroit, what are you doing way out here?

Detroit: Just trying to figure out how to stimulate this busted housing market. This is one of the few places I can go to think without getting shot at.

Chicago: I hear you; it’s pretty bad out there. Hey I meant to thank you for your hospitality the last few days.

Detroit: How so?

Chicago: Well I understand that my Blackhawks were welcomed with open arms on Saturday, then my Bulls and White Sox received similar treatment upon their arrival yesterday.

Detroit: That wasn’t intentional. We tried to be dicks about it, but it just didn’t work out that way.

Chicago: Ha, that’s funny. You know I figured as much. I’m so used to your Red Wings beating the shit out of my Hawks and your Pistons beating the shit out of my Bulls, but we turned the old switch-a-roo.

Detroit: Yeah and don’t even get me started on the fucking Tigers. Outside of Marcus Thames, there’s nobody on that whole team worth a damn.

Chicago: /I don’t get it.

Detroit: Nobody will.

Chicago: Well I should get going. If you see Paris, tell him I said hello.

Detroit: Will do. If you see Tampa Bo, tell him I said fuck off. Oh and tell Happy that he needs a new meme. This one is tired.

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