**** me...
could you get a better
joke than tacos
or guacamole -

tortilla bread?

it's as if watching
cousins arguing about their
marriage to distant
relations...

i'm sorry, no...

i had an ex-girlfriend who was
a Russian....
family and politics came in the way,
i'm starting to think
that my parents who prefer
had i dated a german girl...

oh god, that lass,
at that tool gig in Glasgow:
glass, cow made from
glass:
  and a *******
porcelain bunny!

i have the bour4bon,
the ****** cream, all i'm missing is
a sparring partner...
all the way from Glasgow
to Edinburgh,
we shunned two Pollack
travelers,
talked mandolins,
King Crimson's in
the court of the crimson king...
and Madonna's
material girl...

with who? oh some poor schmuck
who didn't realize
i was spying...
  nicely done...

and we talked about ceilidth
dancing...

when it's fun, it's,
and a proper prop for the staging
of memory...

on the throne of thrones:
doing the no. 1, 2, 3...
did anyone except me to do the no. 3
with an armchair and scented
candles?

i would... if she was invoking
the exhibitionism, ****, & pregnant...
fire me up...

         but akin to the Mexicans
with their tacos, guacamole,
tortillas -
  ******* English...
first they attack the French in Europe,
then they shift to the Americas,
and attack the Spanish...

  you know one good that came
from h'America?
bourbon...
     not a ******* hamburger...
bourbon...
that's it...
              bourbon...
that's what the h'Americans perfected...
bourbon...
             what the Picts had
with smokey whiskey...
the h'Americans made with sweet
whiskers of... a stray tubby...

as ever... always...
the Cheshire sheen grin...
  a smile that looks like the teeth are being
sharpened...

it's good to know
that h'Americans were good for something
outside the trash-pile of McDobnald's
or the ******* of Disney...

bourbon... you did one thing right...
well done...

              bourbon? you *******
nailed it!
              applause! applause!