Sunday, December 2, 2012

Catalytic Conversion
























Seabass. Boilermakers. Petey. Big Gulps. I.O.U's. Those are as good as money. Tea and strumpets. Samsonite. Don't you go dying on me! Gas man. Worm farms. It feels like you're running at an incredible rate. He got off scot-free? No- they caught up to him a mile up the road and slit his throat. It was a good one. Those your skis? Both of em? Traded the van for it. Straight up. Been doing a little bit of boozing, have ya? We landed on the moon! Rhode Island Slut. Your hands are freezing! Got a little nippy going through the pass, huh? Just go, man. Oh...that's warm. Well come on, Cinderella, we gotta get you ready for the ball! Tell her I'm smart, and funny, and that I have a rapist's wit. Well who meets for a date at a bar at 10:30 in the morning? I just figured she was a raging alcoholic. One in a million. So you're telling me there's a chance! Sounds like a dare, Harry. It's a double-dare. That's a nice set of hooters you got there. I beg your pardon? You know, the owls. Man, this party really died.