Category Archives: Willie stories

President Biff Tannen in four words: Accidentally like an übermensch.

“What? Me, president?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie Story Thursday, January 26, 2017 “So here’s the idea,” said Manny Kant. “It’s the ‘Big’ trope – boy wakes up in adult’s body – but with a twist.” “Seen it, done it, took a … Continue reading

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The true story of Christmas? Joseph didn’t dump the baby and ditch Mary.

It’s Christmas because Joseph knew why fatherhood matters, and why you can’t throw it away – even if that seems easy.Photo by: frankieleonA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, December 24, 2017 – Christmas Eve A lot of folks credit the Bible’s … Continue reading

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Cultivating oak trees – for Christmas: “Unbroken things can survive unbroken forever.”

“It’s the same with love at first sight: If you don’t break it, it’s never broken. And if it’s your first love, you’ll never have a broken heart – another impossibility. And the same can go for her, too: The … Continue reading

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Blow Hard: How The Meshugonoph Grabbed Festivus.

Blow, Meshuga. Blow.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, December 24, 2017 Every Gnome down in Notown craved Marxist hypnosis, but the Meshugonoph – from Doughtown – cried “Misdiagnosis!” He didn’t know better – but he knew better than them, for … Continue reading

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Ladybug’s Christmas dismissal: “The best argument against women in the workplace? Women in the workplace.”

“Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your ovaries are blazing and your biscuits are burned.”Photo by: Gabriel GonzálezA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Tuesday, December 19, 2017 “Classy broad. A real lady.” Ladybug said that, nodding toward the television over the bar. No … Continue reading

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A dumpster diver’s Christmas.

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, December 24, 1995 – Christmas Eve I can be counted upon to walk, after all. When everybody’s nowhere and even the laundromats are empty. When the respectable stores are closed and the line at … Continue reading

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Fifty Shades of Bubba: Christmas at The Sex Addiction Clinic of Misfit Celebrities.

Bill Clinton looked at Garrison Keillor. “What are you doing here, farmboy? The last time you had a dirty thought, you wrote a book about it. Matt Lauer’s trying to get back at the jocks in his high school – … Continue reading

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