Saturday, March 26, 2011
Forget Ralph
Ralph and I talked tonight. He questioned my drinking ability. Really? We are in our late 40's and you're still throwing this out? Why? Because you had two beers with Marlo and now you think you can party? How dare you condescend to me! How many nights of me kisssing you on the forehead will it take for you to know that you can't keep up with me (again we're straight, despite what my drunken typing may imply. Yes, I've kissed Ralph on the forehead on numerous accasions, he can't hold his sauce). Talk is cheap you little dwarf. Delmer just moved into "best friend" position. We talked for two hours and it was kind and gracious. Much unlike the our talk before that. OK, maybe that is just the Crown. No offense Delmer. You'res still way up there Delmy. I'm still thinking about that rock fight we had with the Webbs back in the day. You were on the wrong side of the fence that day and forgiveness isn't really an option. ya feelin me? Ralph wins. Thems just the rules Holmes. Catholics and all.
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"Last drinks gentlemen....May I call Sir a cab?"
bwahahahah to Princess.
wow. great writing. you are a songwriter MRM! i know about this.
that was like a poem. you should take that stream of consciousness and post it again:
Ralph and I talked tonight.
He questioned my drinking ability.
Really?
We are in our late 40's
and you're still throwing this out?
Why?
Because you had two beers with Marlo and
now you think you can party?
How dare you condescend to me!
How many nights
of me kisssing you on the forehead
will it take for you to know
that you can't keep up with me
(again we're straight, despite what my drunken typing may imply)
Yes,
I've kissed Ralph on the forehead
on numerous accasions,
he can't hold his sauce.
Talk is cheap you little dwarf.
Delmer just moved into "best friend" position.
We talked for two hours
and it was kind and gracious.
Much unlike the our talk before that.
OK, maybe that is just the Crown.
No offense Delmer.
You're still way up there Delmy.
I'm still thinking about that rock fight
we had with the Webbs back in the day.
You were on the wrong side of the fence that day and forgiveness isn't really an option.
ya feelin me?
Ralph wins.
Thems just the rules Holmes.
Catholics and all.
But what I wanna know is, can you drink that Crown at altitude?
Damn, you're good and so is K9 for seeing the potential. now you just need someone to put this to music.
Princess,
No need for that, I was at home.
Boxer,
You sly dog. Was that a pun?
K9,
Great poems both.
A 21st century Walt Whitman I am sumising.
Moi,
Name the altitude and I can drink Crown it at. The higher, the more. It's what I love about altitude.
What Boxer said. Find a tune a throw some Weird Al in it.
Holy moly that is poetic indeed, and K9? A whole new level. Like a chapter in a book, and I want to read the next installment.
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