HELLO HAPPY PEOPLE!
Now I wonder if I'll be able to ellude the danger of detection on the morrow and keep the Code of Silence as I slink furtively westward to get to the tasty Ham Raisin Salad?
Or will the Golden Girl and the Trophy Husband lead me astray and into the ditch where Slugger and Sprinkles lie in wait to scramble my eggs. Breakfast with the pipe dreamer may provide illumination over Ritzy mush.
But beware pilgrims The House of Smoke can be a rough spot especailly if BK the Seducer is on the prowl and Warpath is in the Eve, if you know what I mean.
Oh the Humanity!
Please save me Ste. Ann of Coulter! K.T. Long wisk me away in a cloud of ChARTreUSE and make my dreams come artfully true! Or enslave me to sell "notions" in the basement of Barney's New York until the cows come back to Chicago and the swallows return to the backseat of a Jeep on a moonlit beach near Stanford.
I'm coming with a step stool to put me up to the job! Or I can sit on it and milk it in other pleasant ways for many daze and electrifying knights.
Don't shake me. Don't wake me. Let me savor every sip of beguiling Chantreuse.
Birk, The Village Idiot of St. Louis, Lowly Swab of The Conflence Riverkeeper, Rascal of the Snug and Loyal Page of Sir John Toyvolvo of the Maple Woods.
PS: Lady Ga-Ga of the wide vista farms is a not a broad. But sometimes she is abroad. And so is the lovely Lady-In-Waiting, Julia from the whit fields of the Argentine.
Please Purrrrr me another CHartREuse - there is no better art use of the monk's art and use for Alpine herbs, unless of course, it is to make Ricola, which can be used to pleasantly polinate the poet's palette and pipes prepatory to yodeling for you!
If you don't understand this. Don't worry you had to have been there.