Sunday Cards

Posted on July 14, 2019 by sungmokoo

Gin rummy is the second best thing to do between two people. The first being, a classic duel.

Arthur and Tina were playing gin rummy on a blistering hot lazy Sunday. A baseball game without sound was playing on the extremely large television. A time before central air conditioning must have been pure hell. Arthur’s hand cramped up, so he set down his cards. “Do you remember Morris the Cat?”

Tina pursed her lips as she laid down the Ace of Hearts. “Of course I do. It/he was the spokesperson/cat for 9 Lives® cat food and made his first appearance in 1968. Why?”

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The Robot That Smoked Weed All Day

Posted on July 13, 2019 by sungmokoo

The Robot That Smoked Weed All Day
Small Fry the Robot was thoroughly asleep, rumbling loudly, since it was sleeping on the floor on its back, and breathing only through its nose hole. It sounded like an unbalanced washing machine. The commotion caught the attention of the supervisor, Mr. Hinkus Lipp.

Mr. Lipp was pissed off royal. “Wake the fuck up!”

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Aye, Robot

Posted on July 12, 2019 by sungmokoo

From the influential and prophetic comic book, “Adventure Comics Volume 1 #332”, 1965, featuring Superboy and the Legion of Super-Heroes.

The robots had experienced silence before, but nothing like this. The quiet was profound; the by-product of guilt, regret, stupidity, and pride.

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The Legion Of Every Single Superhero

Posted on July 9, 2019 by sungmokoo

Camerawoman and the rest of the superheroes

Camerawoman and the rest of these superheroes were at the celebration. Source.

It was extravagant, bordering on excessive, but there would be no argument, it was much deserved. For the first time ever, the world experienced fifty straight days of peace thanks to the efforts of every single superhero. The acting leader, Party Girl was quick to suggest a celebration. Cautious Kid wanted to interject, but honorary superhero, Smokey Robinson, was first to blurt out as well as sing in that distinctive ultra tenor, “I second that motion, baby.”

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