Brandy is Dandyby Jay Salinas ![]() May 9, 2005 Brandy is dandy
and wine is fine but liquor is quicker and vodka divine. Gin makes you sicker and slows down your ticker when you pull down your knickers so more freely to bicker. Thunderbird is a wonder, stirred and Night Train makes my veins strain to carry some of that good stuff to my heart. Bacardi? Sounds like a party, Marty best not to be tardy if you want any more than a sip. But far finer than beer is Everclear, the king of all the liquors. And when you wake you'll contemplate why your ass is packed with Snickers. And why a train in the Alps? Complain and with distain I shall mock thee. For to wake like such is really too much more than the finest hopes worth hoping. A sewer that's newer or a brewer reviewer's front lawn: now those are blackout locations. In a cage of bamboo in the hills of Peru, that's practically a vacation. In a birch bark canoe impaled on a pool cue, sure beats waking up on a space station. As a victim of kung-fu realizing you swallowed a kazoo, still beats the men's room of a gas station. All covered in glue sick with the Vietnamese flu, at least then you're free from temptation. On the campus of Screw U with a tattooed wazoo? At least you're getting an education. In the cartoon milieu with Yogi and Booboo, that, my friend, will earn you a standing ovation. But on the lamb with Pooh for murdering Kanga and Roo? Yeah, you could probably do better than that. Best to cut back on the Bacardi, sicko. Quote of the Day“The good die first. Then, the not-so good. Then the ugly. Strike that, the ugly should die first. Can I start again? If there are any good left, don't kill them yet, we've still got some uglies over here.”-Billiam Swordswart Fortune 500 CookieThe next time you give a dog as a gift, why don't you try poking some holes in the cellophane, ay handyman? Here's something to chew on: gum. Remember: you can't hurry love, but you can get your ass in motion when you're blocking the express lane, chunky. This week's lucky ducks: Donald, Daffy, Dontrelle, Fukka.Try again later. How Gay is Our Dance Instructor?
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