bad lieutenant had the greasy palm, sought soft fruit solace in an odd shaped bar. supped black sambuca - contracted boozers' arm. couldn't find way out of carrier bag. caught a tap on the chin from the bristol crow. grew to dislike soubriquet bestowed. reversed tartan, tripled vodka intake flow. couldn't find way out … Continue reading soubriquet.
donate some more american pie, turn out, top-shelf, reward of pliny. rear up and spear, spoon and sprout. and soon send several suppers weekly. she knew there was something wrong with the elders - kids hidden in the men of yesterday's pages, spoke of weal, sopping papers, misbehaviour. put up the hunt was the trick … Continue reading spoke of weal
Rib Nite 2Pig Bill, usually a bear hug guy, comes over, shakes hand, shakes head. No bear hug, Pig Bill? The air fills with talcum. It follows him everywhere. He reckons it adds mystique to the place. Nothing doing, he says. What's this? Tickets for tomorrow's gig, he says. It's a no-goer. And, again, shakes … Continue reading Moon, mentioned.
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