Deloney
They're clucking over him anxiously, and hopefully they'll persuade him to describe that encounter with the double-edged sword of Tequila/Tallulah; predictably it went straight for the jugular, but nicked his larynx instead, severing all speech. But I’m hoping the pen will prove mightier than the sword…
posted by Helen @ 7:09 AM
6 Comments:
Well, I'll be damned. You really are trying to get me drunk, and all for the sake of literature!
Yes, sorry to be such a literary predator...
Fanny, if you're lurking, don't listen. Close your eyes and hum.
Dear Helen:
I can't possibly tell the tale as a clear narrative. All I recall are images, and maybe things to google. You asked for it.
Tallulah (a MILF)
shots of tequila
take-out Chinese
Robert Gordon's rockabilly playing
Marianne Faithfull's chocolate bar
knocks on the ceiling
knocks on the floor
Led Zeppelin's floppy fish
throw-around Chinese
phone ringing
"Who's in the bathroom?"
"The plumber."
shots of tequila
Alice Cooper's chicken
Ozzy Osbourne's bat
phone ringing: "Is my mother there?"
This is so delicious. But why do I feel a tad bit drunk?
Fanny if your listening get out the catnip, you are over due for a good buzz.
Helen and Deloney:
I am so impressed. With both of you.
Deloney, I doubt a clear narrative would have been half (or even a quarter) as fantastic(al).
Thanks Indigo. And lolololo, LOL!
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