|Good Ole What's His Name (standard:humor, 437 words)|
|Author: Jim Spence||Added: Oct 06 2005||Views/Reads: 2194/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|You know him ... yeah, him ... ole what's his name.|
Good Ole What's His Name I've met a lot of interesting people in my life; famous people, not-so famous people, working people, unemployed people, musicians, morticians, brick layers, naysayers, managers, janitors, and every color in between. But I've never met anyone as unforgettable as good ole Whatshisname. You know who I'm talking about. Whatshisname, the guy that lives downtown, right next door to that thingamabob store. You know the one; they sell all that rigmarole that everyone loves so much. Yeah, him ... good ole Whatshisname. I've known him now for, let's see, a gaggle or more years. We used to hang out together back when we were doing that job thingy for Mr. Whozits. Surely you remember Mr. Whozits. He used to sell those doohickeys that the women would buy. Yeah, him. But good ole Whatshisname and I used to work together, putting those thingamabobs on the shelves for Mr. Whozits. We worked hard most of the day, but we'd play hard too. I can still remember that whatchamacallit we used to do on Saturdays that'd almost kill us, but we'd do it anyway. Good ole Whatshisname married a girl from the neighborhood; you know her, she lived down the block from ole Whatchacallhim, that crazy guy that used to flash his whoodywho at the kids at the bus stop. You remember her, don't you? Her name was Jenny Somethingortheother. Yeah, her. Anyway, the reason ole Whatshisname is so unforgettable was because of one night ... We'd already had way too much to drink when ole Whatshisname decided that he wanted to take a leak while standing on top of the statue of Whoeverheis on the courthouse lawn; you know the statue, it sits over by that thingamajig beside the parking lot. Ole Whatshisname climbed up on top of Whoeverheis, stood up as best as he could on Whoeverheis' shoulders, pulls out his heresyouruncle and commences to take a leak all over himself. He got so flustered that he slipped off Whoeverheis' shoulders, with one leg on each side of the statue, and took a hard slam on his whatzits. After sitting there for almost an hour ole Whatshisname finally shook his head, did a somersault off of Whoeverheis, landed square on both feet and said “man, I need another beer.” Only ole Whatshisname could have hit himself in the whatzits that hard and still wanted another beer. Me, I hurt for a week just watching him. Whatshisname ... his voice got a bit higher, but he was still the same ole ricketyroo he always was. Yeah, I'll never forget good ole Whatshisname. He's totally unforgettable. Tweet
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