There’s Something Rotten in Ashburn

Sometimes I wonder if selling your soul is worth it

Interior: Redskins Park. A dark shadowy figure lurks behind a desk, but not an ordinary desk. A dark, foreboding, and imposing desk that has been modified to be only 5/8 as large as a normal desk but with 175% of the arrogance.  A small but shadowy figure is perched behind

Hotlanta’s Getting Hotter (and harder)

Atlanta, get ready.  The Sex Cannon has arrived, and he’s going to ride you all the way. The last time a force like me came inside you, you burned to the ground.  This time, I’m going to make you scream my name and want my HARD passes and sexy cumpleations.  Because

Mad MaKSK: A Furious DFOde

[Photoshops and writing help from Mike Wallace And Gromit]   (A hot summer sun is rising over the wasteland, and while the misery of life after the end remains, something is in the air--today is different, and feeling this shift, a brainless beast emerges from its cave) THE BEN: HAAARF! THE BEN HAVE

Trent Green Encounters a Mirror

[Trent Green is singing and dancing alone in his room] Trent: [Singing] Da-nana, naaaa nanana... HEY! Dana-nana... Trent: Oh, hi there handsome. Say, I haven't seen you around here before. How are you? I'm great, thanks for asking! [Trent smiles and waves at the mirror] Trent: Wow, you're really good at doing the same

DFO Open House

  /sets up sign outside //takes fresh baked cookies out of oven and puts them on a rack to cool /// puts out punch and pie Oh, Hi there!  Didn't expect you so early.  No, please, come in and take a look around! (newcomer eyes place suspiciously) Let me tell you a little bit about the

The Bandock Saints Are Born

Boston, MA [Connor and Murphy McManus and David Goodella Roggo sit at a round kitchen table in a dimly lit apartment, drinking and smoking, while SportsCenter plays in the background.] Neil Everett: ...but unless something drastic is done, the Red Sox don't seem like they are going anywhere but down in their

Philadelphia Eagles 2015 Season Preview

Because you're a discerning group, I've assembled a blue-ribbon panel of parochial pundits to prognosticate the prospects for the putative pantywaists of the NFC East, my Philadelphia Eagles.¹ Please welcome Philadelphia native and Matron Saint Suzy Kolber, Super Bowl loser and noted telestrator Ron Jaworski, and frequent WIP caller Ant'ny from