 | "well, summer rain helps me find my inner shelf"
said Carla. - she was always losing her inner shelf in august.
"no it doesn't"
screamed the martian, who was high on george orwell, asking you for a ticket to neptune.
the sword-swallower asks you if you would like an appertif - you refuse - its too cold, although you feel strangely alive today.
An accountant asks you if you are in the red and carla replies
"hes always in the red since he ate that camel" -
bad move, i should have had the chicken soup, although it was cold.
The martian soon leaves and asks if his son was in the public house last night, you reply
"no"
although you saw him.
"i hope he doesn't find out"
says the accountant.
"so do i"
i reply. | |
