"she was a five-trick pony in a six-trick town, that's for sure. you could smell the miasma on her lips. but the courtship ritual had only just begun, with an onslaught of tubular crustaceans signalling phase A-4...."
"Er..." the giant bouncer finally halted my tirade with a grunt. "Fine. You can go in."
this was interesting. i hadn't asked to be let in. i'd just waited in line because i was bored, and then he stopped me at the door and told me to wait. so i waited. then i started telling him about my sixth wife, a bottle of seagrams 7 from neptune. but whatever. in i went.
i sidled up to the bar and renewed our relationship. after about fifteen minutes a band came on. they sounded like this
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