he'd won a round-the-world cruise in a competition where you had to
dance blindfolded while holding stacks of
of telephone directories soaked in
beet juice which had started to
an unbelievable amount of pandemonium on
the TV-chat show hosted by
genetically engineered orangutans capable of
and yet were internationally renown for their
tall buildings with only a
(sorry Sturgis I didn't see that you'd pipped me)
jar of pearl onions with
(no problem partyfiend, it happens...I know....)
juniper berries and roasted pine nuts to cushion their
fall into a snake pit filled with
cheap whisky and rolled up
giraffe skins which had been obtained
through a treaty signed by
