Saturday, September 16, 2006

"The Aristocrats"


Or, "I Wonder If I'll Come Remove This Post When I'm Not Drunk".

Oh, classy, classy, classy. Viscount's gonna love this one.


Fuck, at my age Bach was writing organ inventions and I'm lolling about on green drugs and coffee wondering


Anyway, that crap aside- there's some serious thinking to do on this one. Let's all put our thinking caps on and scratch a chin on this.



Or maybe...hmmmm.

I've got a funny joke about skipping th' formalities and just cutting a hole in a dollar bill but I won't go there on th' Viscount's sober, reverential blig. But who's to say, you know? Who is really to say? I played this big Singles dance a couple of weeks ago and there were definitely some silverbacked flirtin' Myrtles if you know what I mean. The drummer Alonzo Washington was like don't knock it, man.

I remember my buddy Kent had this superhot mom that everybody called The Silver Fox. God, do I love that. Word always flew that Eric might have...well...word always flies, right? He'll never say.

Here's the Grande Dame dishing it with Trotsky at a soiree at the French Embassy.

In 1932.

Yeah, I know, I know- all this conjecturing is getting us nowhere. We have to apply some deductive reasoning and shit.


But that's just what I think.


Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

"The wrinkled matron" AHHHH HA HA HA HA.

11:54 PM  
Blogger roxtar said...

Isn't she the guy on the Quaker Oats box?

4:21 AM  
Blogger Jeremy Cherfas said...

I'm so glad the Viscount found a responsible house-sitter.

Kjjux, yes sirree.

What, once wasn't enough? You want the mubipn again?

4:41 PM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...


It's funnier now.

10:12 PM  

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