Philadelphia: The Cheese Isn't Just on the Steaks
I took the kids to the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday, which they enjoyed-- there is a good collection of armor and halberds and pikes and swords and old guns and a decent sampling of all the masters, modern and ancient, including a great painting of Prometheus with his liver being eaten by a giant eagle-- and they also enjoyed the famous view of Philly from the terrace, but when I showed them the clip from Rocky when he runs up those same steps, they didn't seem to enjoy that very much-- maybe because the 70's keyboard in the theme song is exponentially cheesier than you remember.
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No Bosch? I know how you enjoy depravity and damnation in your classic art.
first person to create a rap lyric rhyming bosch, nosh, and pish-posh wins today's daily sentence of dave prize package.
Reading Dave's sentence
makes me pish and a posh,
Like eating tasty cakes
when I feel like a nosh,
and I know it don't make sense
and it seems like I'm lost
in some Earthly Delights
Like Hieronymus Bosch.
bonus points for using bosch's full name, but disqualified for separating pish and posh. the judges are sticklers.
chillin’ at the club with my man H. Bosch
met him at the deli for a seltzer and a nosh
shorties on his jock like tall chris bosh
deep in his mood, homie mutters pish-posh
How can the creater and judge of the competition throw his hat in the ring? This competition has been rigged from the get and the go.
i'm ineligible to win. merely offering a sample verse. slow day at the rock factory.
this contest is not in any way affiliated with "the sentence of dave." dave in no way endorses the words "nosh" and "pish-posh" and has in fact, until this time, never included these words in his lexicon.
nice try, sentence boy. you can't renege now after building all those shelves as a prize for your readers.
I was hangin' with some demons and my man Hiery Bosch
Had a few beers to wash down my mackin' nosh
Turned to the Spice Girl and said, "Oh my gosh,
Let me out this booth, I gotta take a pish, Posh!"
that's good, very very good-- especially your familiarity with the spice girls . . .
i think we've demonstrated conclusively that the sod audience wants more hip hop-related content. this may well be the most comments ever.
this will be duly noted. word up, it's hippity hop time.
I'm sorry. I can't get over being dq'd over separating pish and posh--I thought the whole spirit the hip and the hop revolved around poetic license; I personally thought it was brilliant and some of my finest work.
great artists break all the rules, eric. much like clay aiken, i fully expect you to bounce back from this setback and reach great heights.
Comparing E to Clay Aiken . . . a low blow by any standard. I'd like to see Clay Aiken eagerly make the long haul to the Corner Tavern to humor Dave's clowny college friend. (No, I actually wouldn't.)
Clay might tag along, but your evening would end with more than just a fat cat.
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