PICKING HAM HOCKS
FROM THE HEMLOCKS
It's powerful stuff, he said to me, the one
about the two gymnast girls at the parallel
bras. Hardy har har. I asked if he'd just made
that up, and he said yes. I said, well, my cups
runneth over. How's that for a retort? How's
that for a retard?, he said. I said no, not that
at all. Then he said had I heard the one about
dinner being served in the crazy-house? I said
no I had not. He smiled, and said: soup to nuts!
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