𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕋𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤 ~ The “singer” Madonna was so zonked out on plastic surgery anesthesia that she couldn't distinguish between nervous Glyn Johns & queer-cruising Glynis Johns. “Where am I?” She asked, like a ****** being touched by a large Satanist for the very first time. “You are in a black concert hall,” the ghostly-pale Sidney Blackmer sound-a-like answered (imitating Blackmer from Rosemary's Baby). “Remove the 3 filthy catheters,” he ordered as a signal to wheel Madonna into the hall at the same time that word was being spread to the pagan Indians that Don Watson stopped 200 Negroes at the dam with a shovel but he was defeated anyway. A call was made to Debby Watson to remain where she was until a special 22X-*****-specific weapon could be delivered. “When will the ***** gun get here?” **** Debby asked Denny McLennon, the only man with a *****. “58 hours Deb & till then we'll have to wolf your pink cookies.” She knew what that meant – she'd have to trim her ****** closer to hold his gaze 'cause he cared more about his ***** than most ***** cared about anything.