It would have been a high price to win a bet by having some poor Red Bull schmuck become a burning candle bright in the skies of Night. But to have Imperatus Der WienerScheiss fork over that fine port, well, it was a price I was willing for that poor schmuck to pay. But he chickened out [as if anybody but Rott would buy that cover story], and the Yellow Rose of Tejas lives to sashay sans penury for another day.
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It would have been a high price to win a bet by having some poor Red Bull schmuck become a burning candle bright in the skies of Night. But to have Imperatus Der WienerScheiss fork over that fine port, well, it was a price I was willing for that poor schmuck to pay.
But he chickened out [as if anybody but Rott would buy that cover story], and the Yellow Rose of Tejas lives to sashay sans penury for another day.
I am a Pragerscheiss tonight, you schmuck!
At the Charles? How's the Pilsner Urquell out there?
The Budvar has been much better. BTW, nice town.
Never managed to go there. How come you never invite me?
I can't invite you to the Karlova...
You didn't even invite me to Texas. Or to that dinky college in the burbs...
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