Why a Ruse? Eh?
The Ruse Invented:
Many people wish to know the story of how this very ruse came about. First
off, we all like the word ruse. That is not the only thing driving us,
mind you. We enjoy partaking in ruses at all hours of the day. At school,
at home, in the car, at work or at play, we are always out to trick someone.
The ruse, after all, is the crafty trick!
We were all there that fateful day. Dave, Tom, Scott, Paul, and Bond.
Where exactly? The train, the Long Island Railroad train, Port Washington
branch. We were on the way to a Beck concert at the Roseland in NYC.
Bond was reading the grand newspaper The Daily
News. The comic section, no less. So, as we were making fun of the
publication Tom said, "Yeah, The Daily Ruse!" I laughed, and I
declared that we should so forth make a web site called... DAH-DAH!
The Daily ! So, here it is.
If you really like it, think it's the crappiest piece of shit to ever
grace the web, or if you have some good stories of your own, please mail
us at TheRuse@dailyruse.com.
What kind of ruses do we do? Well, read our pages to find out. On the
other hand, you may wish to know now. Like any others our age, we enjoy
prank calling. One time we got a really fucked up old woman on the phone,
for example, and scared her so badly we actually caused a heart attack.
(Ok, so maybe we didn't cause it. So maybe we don't even know
if she had one. So maybe we don't even know who she is. But you see
my point). Our greatest ongoing ruse is the chicken costume! The chicken
costume is a made-in-china cheap-peice-of-hairy-chicken costume, but we
like it anyway.
The costume is hot and uncomfortable, so we make Paul or Scott's Sister
wear it in the summer. We then go about town with the Giant Chicken and
Dave, who is the reporter. He interviews people about the chicken while
the chicken performs antics such as washing windows at a gas station,
running laps on the track, or buying fare on the train. Please visit
our wee page all about the antics of the Giant Chicken.
Now, I bid you adeiu!