Thursday, August 20, 2015
Working Pride
Nice Party!
Celebrating the firing of Heppy.
Last of our gang to have a real job.
We get the whole thing catered, thus
can concentrate on drinking.
The bartender a contractor too, and tells
Heppy he can get him on.
At most gigs they do, it's just twisting off
beer bottle caps.
But our hero drunk by then, maintains he’s
an artist!
Laugh of the evening!
Not that he's not.
But, still, laugh of the evening.
Labels: Cobra, contractor, employment picture, full time, job with benefits, medical insurance, part time, worker exploitation
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Boytoy
Rehab, Sex Dept Again
-Well, you signed on as Boytoy. Hence, flashy Rolex.
-Exhausted!
-The lady's for burning!
-Burnt me out!
-You must continue being the good little machine.
-Hey! There are hobbies, walks, Nature, like!
The great old sports bar with the gang! ...
where a strange woman would drop in without
a past or future. Then try to sit in your lap while
you’re standing up.
-Belay that bushwah! We know YOUR future. It's just the
getting you back in shape. Once, you were in the pink!
-That last an allusion saying I'm not macho enough?
-We'll get you there! Can we get a few more hours?
I know she's into her other lust presently: shopping!
-I'll text her using our babytalk names.
-Which are?
-To my grave with them! People are laughing enough.
-Okay, then. First step. Joint down by the river.
Cook by name of Blinky. One-eyed.
-That's sufficient color.
-His fried liver with enough onions to stink up Albany!
Charge up your blood! Protein and all that other good shit!
-Why is Albany the joke now?
-It shifts. Fashion. Google “jerkwater burgs, history.”
-Into the breech then!
-I can smell those onions from here!
-Don't get too enthusiastic. It’s for me: handsome youth!
Don’t ever forget that you're too old to be a boytoy.
-I can dream. Most do in color, I in black-and-white
dollar signs.
-Film noir with ancient operator. Sam Spade on Social Security.
Don’t make a mistake with my Mrs Rutledge.
-I make many mistakes, young Sir.
