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The Last List Left

This ought to be interesting.

In browsing through my most recent feature here — Charlie’s Big List of Lists — I relaized that I missed one. I ‘seeded’ the list with several titles, and eventually made a list for each. Rxcept one. A lone straggling orphan, relegated to the bottom of the page.

“BOOBING! BOOBING! BOOBING!”

Of course, being last means that I may not have been fully convinced it would work in the first place. And now, I have no idea what the hell I had planned for it. But I can’t stand to see things left unfinished — and I’m not quite ready to splat a new batch of titles down — so I’ll give it a shot.

(Hey, it’s the weekend. You can’t expect a well-planned epic opus every day.

Or, possibly, ever. Meh.)

So, in the spirit of completeness and bored, addled octagenarians everywhere, I bring you:

Bingo Night with People Who Don’t Quite Grasp the Concept

“I-19.”

“G-53.”

“B-2.”

“BIG! I spelled B-I-G!”

“It’s BINGO, Mrs. Brown. Not BIG. Keep playing. O-70.”

“GOBI! GOBI over here!”

“I’m sorry, no.”

“It’s a desert! I’m not making it up this time!”

“It is a desert, yes. But it’s not BINGO. O-68.”

“B-*sigh*. B-14.”

“BOOB! BOOB! B-O-O-B, boooooob!”

“Mr. Reynolds, no. And let go of Mrs. Harrison’s shawl. We’ve discussed this. N-37.”

“Nothing? No one has a bingo yet? G-55.”

“I-22. Anyone?”

“N-44?… Meh. Fine, what have you got?”

“I got a BOOG.”

“BIGGIO?”

“BOOBING! BOOBING! BOOBING!”

“CHECKMATE! King me already, ya mensch, ya.”

“GIBBON!”

“Close enough, GIBBON it is. Extra applesauce for Mrs. Graham tonight. Can we watch Jeopardy now?”