a hundred pages of nonsense was quite an acheivement and decided to celebrate by
farting the first three verses of Are You Lonesome Tonight whilst
licking marmelade off the ceiling which had got there because
There was a raucous brunch that morning where
things got out of hand when the vicar
confessed that he was a cross-dresser
the dancer who wore spangled stockings
and did favours for boyscouts for
a line on free Girl Scout cookies to
restaurant in the whole of
southeren California where
I once sat with the famous
poet who only ever used words with double consonants in them and
kept facing the east and mumbling
some eastern-sounding mantra while
trying to conceal a large
would use to pick his teeth now and then
