There was me, that is Rudy, and my three droogies, that is Pachooee, Keems, and Dim and we sat in the Indiglo patio smoker trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The offerings of the evening began with the Absente. Absente plus Amaretto Silk, plus expired cold coffee mixed-in. This would sharpen you up for a bit of the the ol' political BeeEssin' and nonsensicals that would stretch the ol' gulliver to a gloopy eggiweg.
It had been a wonderful evenin', me brothers, and what we needed now to give it a perfect ending was an urgent yarble cloppin' bit of the ol' Foreigner and the aquatic and animal humping sounds of Sven Libaek. Oh, my brothers, it came. Oh bliss, bliss and heaven, oh it was gorgeousness and georgeosity made flesh...
Corrugated metal patio covering and ominous sky.
2 comments:
I don't know what the Hell you are saying, speak English man!
Weirdo
Speak american!
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