Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 10, 2009 21:40:18 GMT -5
I returned some time ago from a long drunken exhibition to the corners of Malton, where I saw very little and experienced even less. I return to you now equally as wise as I had left, half as informed, and ten times as drunken. My suit is freshened by the company of librarians, and I notice a disturbing lack of Anchormen.
Which brings me to my question. Where are my men? Where is the glorious army I left behind? The loss of Burgundy, the finest head of hair in Malton, dealt us a colossal morale blow, but with the help of the information minister I watched as the team held strong. A rag time group of investigative journalists scoured the scarred surface of this city and told it how it was! Now I have lost those men and women, and all contact along with them.
Are they alive? Is the news still flowing? Or should I petition for historical status for Channel 4? Has Burgundy's desk grown dusty in time? Has my desk? Has my haiku of times past finally come true? Brave men of the colossus, hear me. Where are my men?
Also, why do the malls only carry beer and wine? Where is a man to find some hard liquor in this god forsaken city? I've run out of Ivan's Best Vodka, and Burgundy's Finest Brandy is down to half a bottle. I fear the Khrushchev Surprise will soon follow in its footsteps. Help a comrade out.
Which brings me to my question. Where are my men? Where is the glorious army I left behind? The loss of Burgundy, the finest head of hair in Malton, dealt us a colossal morale blow, but with the help of the information minister I watched as the team held strong. A rag time group of investigative journalists scoured the scarred surface of this city and told it how it was! Now I have lost those men and women, and all contact along with them.
Are they alive? Is the news still flowing? Or should I petition for historical status for Channel 4? Has Burgundy's desk grown dusty in time? Has my desk? Has my haiku of times past finally come true? Brave men of the colossus, hear me. Where are my men?
Also, why do the malls only carry beer and wine? Where is a man to find some hard liquor in this god forsaken city? I've run out of Ivan's Best Vodka, and Burgundy's Finest Brandy is down to half a bottle. I fear the Khrushchev Surprise will soon follow in its footsteps. Help a comrade out.