Doug & Ruckus: Our 2020 Halftime Show

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Announcer Doug: Welcome to the 2020 Doug & Ruckus Halftime Show, sponsored by “Take Me Out and Shoot Me” now streaming on WhoTF Cares Anymore.

Announcer Ruckus: Well, we did not see this coming. At the midway point, 2020 is a total bloody smackdown, a big stinking pile of poo (and you are welcome). It’s gotta be the worst year ever. Ever. EVER. And I’m counting that first one when you had me “cut,” times a thousand.

Doug: And we’ve got six more months to try and survive. But before we get to the absolute worst of it all – this past week — let’s look back at a simpler, gentler time: January.

Ruckus: Remember when we thought THIS was bad? Impeachment, acquittal, that diet you put us on, the 49ers lose the Super Bowl…

Doug: End of the world.

Ruckus: But we could still rip through the trash while you were at work, amirite?

Doug: We could even eat at a restaurant, if you can believe that one.

Ruckus: Remember that trip to Cabo you and Mommy were going to take for your birthday?

Doug: I sure do. Cancelled! Wide right. Swing’n’a’miss. Reeee-jected!

Ruckus: So you still left us. You roadtripped to SoCal. Smooth move, Ex-lax. (Did I do that?)

Doug: Yeah, but we rushed home a day early.

Ruckus: Home sweet home. Time to shelter in place.

Doug: S-I-P! S-I-P! S-I-P!

Ruckus: That was 108 days ago. I can count.

Doug: The big C-V-I-I-I. Gotta say, your Mommy and I are lucky to still have jobs.

Ruckus: Which now just means you lock us out and stare into a screen all day like zombies.

Doug: Zombies that give you belly rubs all day long.  

Ruckus: You’re welcome. But you guys are really cray cray.

Doug: Because we speedwalk laps around the backyard 60, 80, a 100 times a day, all the while hoisting XL Jim Beam bottled filled with water.

Ruckus: The picture of perfect nutjobs. March went on forever. April flew by, I don’t remember May.

Doug: Meanwhile, my Mom’s spending every other week in the hospital, you guys are falling down like drunks walking on ice…

Ruckus: Really, you want to go there? Okay, let’s go there…

Doug: Which takes us to the two-minute warning: Late June.

Ruckus: Are we really gonna do this?

Doug: ‘Fraid so. With the clock counting down to halftime – less than a week away, our beloved Rampage took a knee and never got up.

Ruckus: I did not see that coming. I had no idea that was even possible. As much as I miss her, seriously, I don’t remember her. I’m getting a little old.

Doug: It was incredibly sad. But, wait for it: two days later, my Mom passes away. Peacefully and at home. But still.

Ruckus: Dude. That sucks.

Doug: We’ve hit rock bottom, right? Right?

Ruckus: Whatevs.

Doug: Let’s get on to the second half of 2020. More sickness and chaos, sadness and fear, and plenty of glass eating and nad busting action!

Ruckus: And ball licking.

Doug: Don’t go anywhere, Ruckabucka.

Ruckus: Take it away, July!

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