There, there Michael, it’s a good thing that the juices from that piece of meat acted as an eraser of memories of a rat going up a rhododendron; Jonathon, this provocateur treasure your wild, imaginative mind, sometimes you just got to smoke it on the grill, no frills, no steam!
Bye the way, to get off this exotic island, take the yellow path and grind south by southwest, then wine north, then juke straight ahead to the Heart Break Hotel, and have two cheap northwest cocktails on me in DaBlue Room!
The roof of Vulcan, her, by many a gift
Seduced, Mars won, and with adult’rous lust
The bed dishonour’d of the King of fire.
Cowper—The Odyssey of Homer
