Post by 23skidoo on Dec 17, 2007 15:39:03 GMT -5
Good evening friends, and heres another low down from the snowy streets of Malton.
The last week has seen me holed up with an odd collection of guys, bears, weregoats and octopi that go by the name of Malton Tours Inc. As well as being good eggs they also take sightseers around the hot, and not, spots of this damned city. I liked them, and I think they liked me; the goat was certainly not gruff with his tongue!
I had a chat with 'Baby Face' Nelson, notorious gangster from yesteryear who tried to sell me a bottle of hootch for way over the odds. When I told him prohibition had ended he nearly ate his tommy gun. he had a bad obsession with cops, living or otherwise but he wore his hat with style.
Also in the room were 2 of gods own lieutenants, Padre Romero and Pope Beligerent I. The pope was pretty chatty and his hat was kinda natty...but his thoughts were a little scatty. After a drunken ramble in which he blamed gay marriage for the zombie holocaust he told the viewers, kids and all, that god had moved on with his life and that we should do the same. It sounded plausible, then he peed on the goat and lost all credibility.
After a comatose silence the ever watchful Romero then unleashed a salvo of awesome alliteration that left less literate minds mashed in the maze of it's complex conundrums. It went right over my head but I was still damn impressed. The studio edited it out though as they felt it would melt many San Diegon brains.
I'll get you news of the bash as soon as I can fix my radio, but I'm sure it's all good. Never have such a collection of surrender monkeys been seen since the French took to the field in WW2.
Good night San Diego, may sweet dreams and hot women find you all.
The last week has seen me holed up with an odd collection of guys, bears, weregoats and octopi that go by the name of Malton Tours Inc. As well as being good eggs they also take sightseers around the hot, and not, spots of this damned city. I liked them, and I think they liked me; the goat was certainly not gruff with his tongue!
I had a chat with 'Baby Face' Nelson, notorious gangster from yesteryear who tried to sell me a bottle of hootch for way over the odds. When I told him prohibition had ended he nearly ate his tommy gun. he had a bad obsession with cops, living or otherwise but he wore his hat with style.
Also in the room were 2 of gods own lieutenants, Padre Romero and Pope Beligerent I. The pope was pretty chatty and his hat was kinda natty...but his thoughts were a little scatty. After a drunken ramble in which he blamed gay marriage for the zombie holocaust he told the viewers, kids and all, that god had moved on with his life and that we should do the same. It sounded plausible, then he peed on the goat and lost all credibility.
After a comatose silence the ever watchful Romero then unleashed a salvo of awesome alliteration that left less literate minds mashed in the maze of it's complex conundrums. It went right over my head but I was still damn impressed. The studio edited it out though as they felt it would melt many San Diegon brains.
I'll get you news of the bash as soon as I can fix my radio, but I'm sure it's all good. Never have such a collection of surrender monkeys been seen since the French took to the field in WW2.
Good night San Diego, may sweet dreams and hot women find you all.