"The big house, up the river, the slammer..."
"Ummmm... All good names for a nightclub frequented by homosexuals!!"
In prison, we enjoyed playing a game called Tribond, in which an inmate would come up with three words or phrases, and the other inmates would guess them... I always said 'All good names for a nightclub frequented by homosexuals,' because it made the other guys laugh, and made me sound intellegent at the same time.
"Hergeshlervenshvicschlocken!"
I was startled to hear someone pronounce my last name correctly.
"I am he, what is it?"
"You are being deported to Canada?"
"Canada? I'm not Canadian!!"
"According to our records, only a Canadian would try to marry the Statue of Liberty."
"But all you've got on that little pad is a picture of a cowboy shooting a mountie with an oversized six-shooter."
He then pulled an oversized six-shooter out of his back holster.
"Bring me one of them suits and you can go free."
"Sure thing boss."
I took the gun and headed north, but not before I stopped to say goodbye to my only true love (up untill that point).
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I was not actually planning on bringing back a Mountie uniform, after all, the idiot just let out a convicted murderer... I had more pleasurable goals in mind, so when I arrived in Toronto, I walked promptly into a cheap motel's main office, you try walking from the East River to Toronto and not be tired, and you'll see why this was so pleasurable.
Anyways, I spent all of my money on a cruddy room with a clean bed, which was much more preferable than a clean room with a cruddy bed... I refuse to sleep in a cruddy bed unless the only other option is pure crud.
The next morning I planned to find some honest work... or a sugar mommy, whichever seemed more feaseable first thing after a good night's sleep.
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We'll find out what Mr. Hergeshlervenshvicschlocken has in store in the next installment.
"Ummmm... All good names for a nightclub frequented by homosexuals!!"
In prison, we enjoyed playing a game called Tribond, in which an inmate would come up with three words or phrases, and the other inmates would guess them... I always said 'All good names for a nightclub frequented by homosexuals,' because it made the other guys laugh, and made me sound intellegent at the same time.
"Hergeshlervenshvicschlocken!"
I was startled to hear someone pronounce my last name correctly.
"I am he, what is it?"
"You are being deported to Canada?"
"Canada? I'm not Canadian!!"
"According to our records, only a Canadian would try to marry the Statue of Liberty."
"But all you've got on that little pad is a picture of a cowboy shooting a mountie with an oversized six-shooter."
He then pulled an oversized six-shooter out of his back holster.
"Bring me one of them suits and you can go free."
"Sure thing boss."
I took the gun and headed north, but not before I stopped to say goodbye to my only true love (up untill that point).
------
I was not actually planning on bringing back a Mountie uniform, after all, the idiot just let out a convicted murderer... I had more pleasurable goals in mind, so when I arrived in Toronto, I walked promptly into a cheap motel's main office, you try walking from the East River to Toronto and not be tired, and you'll see why this was so pleasurable.
Anyways, I spent all of my money on a cruddy room with a clean bed, which was much more preferable than a clean room with a cruddy bed... I refuse to sleep in a cruddy bed unless the only other option is pure crud.
The next morning I planned to find some honest work... or a sugar mommy, whichever seemed more feaseable first thing after a good night's sleep.
---
We'll find out what Mr. Hergeshlervenshvicschlocken has in store in the next installment.
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