in the aftermath of a soundly unholy wednesday evening, brought my red-colored glasses to the west village on all hallows eve. into the brew for our next devilish round:
the two large nuns with larger pints in a flourescent-lit cafe, on bad terms
princess leia, mona lisa, and the geisha spilling ketchup at the hotdog stand
operation on wheels undergoing repairs by the geico gecko
the lone ghost, tilted, blankly staring at the fire hydrant where nobody came to meet her
all eight slices of pizza on the march
the border patrol guard, cleavage spilling, duly noting obama came out of a white pussy
and an uncanny turnout of sweeny todds.
i think only phil would dare write the play to contain them all (and kissinger)...
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outrageous.
ReplyDeleteTook kid t-o-t-ing that nite. nowhere near as outrageous & = the prob with getting old.
love this. esp the Obama origin bit.
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