Cecil’s Column, unfortunately, finishes with this stinker about the Italian who supposedly attempted to consume an automobile:
You know, I used to be impressed by Bibliophage too, but this pun is viscerally painful. Besides, everyone knows that eating a car gives you gas:)
Hmmm…maybe it’s trickier than I thought…
Careful there, you could brake something
Well, he was in Italy, so when he was finished was it a Fiat accompli?
I heard he enjoyed the first car so much, he wanted to do it over Renaultver.
What will he do for an Encore?
Nothing; he’s likely too exhausted.
No, I think he’s reached his Climax. He’s prejudiced against trannys, and he’s getting shiftless in his dotage. He no longer has a taste for the Crossfire. You just have to trust to Phaeton such matters, and not get worked up into a Fury. You can go from Alfa to Omega, and not find any Citation for a reason to go on.
I thought he was dead, but it turns out he’s just pining for the Fords.
- Golf clap -
Am I the only one who thinks that the guy in Slug’s illustration looks like an over-weight Hitler? or does he just have a super-Slug-sized nostil?
I heard he started from the top, and by the time he got to the wheels he was rather tired.
He coulda had a V8!