cast a dragnet far and wide
Thursday, 6:45 a.m., got a call from a distraught mother, son's a hippy, hasn't been out of his room for weeks . . .
arrived at the scene.... smell of burning rope..... I advised the suspect 'don't bogart'
a
white house ....... bush??? nawwwwww
a shrubbery . . . yes, that's it, a shrubbery . . . with a little white picket fence . . .
mauve ..... I think I'll paint the ceiling mauve
nie nie nie nie (I think that's the way it's spelled)
And now here is my impression of Elvis Presley singing "Love Me Tender", just as two steel spikes, say, 10 inches long, are thrust into his eyes....
AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!
Elvis performed for Saddam?
He's the joker in the pack
