So I'm sitting with the girls in a dark bar knitting and talking about the hundred and fifty ways to say "You're making me sad! Stop making me sad!". ( My Lord, did my stomach hurt -due to a two day menu that included a dinner of soybeans, beer, wine, gin gin gin followed by a breakfast/lunch made entirely of spicy canadian sausages with ketchup. This is being remedied by soda with bitters and lime.) When I look out the window, there are 5 clowns pressed up against it, waving and honking noses and riding in shopping carts and falling down in their big shoes and blue dog hats. We wave. They Wave. We wave. They Wave. They come in and start handing out little booklets with the dirtiest christmas carols I've ever seen in my life.
They spend too much time getting ready, so Jaye demands that they Make with the Singing Already and we are invited to join. We sing this:
It's begining to look a lot like syphilis
More and more each day
the rash is startin to grow and it covers from head to toe
I'll never sleep with a whore again
It's begining to look a lot like syphilis
the pain gets worse each day
If you know how to give a shot penicillin would help a lot
to make it all O K (written by Insta Necta and Fuzzy Lumps)
followed by a rousing chorus of "Oh Come on Me Faith Hill"
The waitress picked up our glasses and said 'in the suburbs, people get freaked out by this kind of stuff.' Jaye got them to serenade us as we left.
Posted by Sonya at December 17, 2002 09:55 AMIt was me. and another set of three. Plus about 2 more. We knocked at the door. You looked bored. We're kookazoid and you'll see us some more. You could join us too, if you're up to it.
Posted by: Flywheel at February 7, 2003 01:34 PM