Saturday, March 02, 2013
Bwana
-My group of lesbian hunters is going to Africa.
-Excuse me for laughing, but you know what I
just HEARD?
-Do don't be juvenile this one time!
-Okay, I'll go along. But, then, I can't go along.
-Nope. Don't qualify.
-I wouldn’t want to join any group that'd
accept me as a member. Generally speaking.
Nothing personal.
-Let me top off your beer. Firing on no
cylinders.
-Well, just warming up. Are you accoutered
for this extraordinary trip with this more
extraordinary group?
-We don't consider it either, but yeah, I've
got comfortable hunting clothes and a gun
to stop an elephant.
-Make sure it's a boy.
-We usually do.
-I shot an elephant in my pajamas once.
How that elephant got into my pajamas I’ll
never know.
-Cease! Groucho Marx again.
-I could use the Marx Brothers right around here.
-And I the Marx Sisters.
-Oh well--and I'll cite my source this time--
you can rely on the old man's money. Billy Joel.
-It's how he shows love. You must always let
people show love in their own way.
-Who's stopping them? But I must leave.
My Incongruity Quotient is full for the nonce.
-You’ll stay for the roast lamb. My treat.
-Weakness, thy name is man!
-We’ve noticed.
Labels: Africa, Billy Joel, Groucho Marx, hunter, lesbian
