A swing and a miss!

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My last Lurid Digs post! And it’s a good one.

 

If you don’t know Casey at the Bat (I don’t know, you don’t probably need to, but I always like context) you can read it in its entirety here, and it may help you appreciate just how smart this Lurid Digs takedown really is.

This poor man:

 

 

Via LuridDigs.com:
The air was warm and muggy in poor Casey’s living room,
The towering, terrible oscillating fan did naught to relive the gloom.
From the glass-front cabinet, a plastic slugger peered
Out on the cluttered surfaces, while Georgia bulldogs sneered.

Three knock-off Yankee candles reeked of fake vanilla bean:
Somehow, they made Casey’s cave seem more dusty and unclean.
A PlayStation sat upon a shelf, trying its best to hide
From a nudist’s towel-draped office chair, bedecked in Naugahyde.

Near the floor, tucked away, a proud brass camel stood,
Never moving, never braying, never offered water or food,
Dreaming of green oases, though its brass mind was full of doubt
That it would grow a pair of brass balls and get the hell on out.

But worst of all was Casey’s rug, turned brown from age and wear.
Take a good look, everyone: what the fuck happened there?
Poor Casey must’ve passed his nights reliving his sad missed hit,
His obsessive paces leaving behind a border the color of shit.

 

I had to open this in a separate window so that I could look at every detail that’s getting called out here. Richard did a super obsessive job of finding every insane detail of this already insane photo.

We may never know why this man (clearly wearing a wedding ring here) felt compelled to take this pic, or even came up with the idea to put a baseball batt in his butt. But we can enjoy some laughs at his and others’ expense here. Bless you, Lurid Digs, for continuing to do the Lord’s work: making sure everyone looks around before they take that naked pic.

 

– tyler