jaundiced eye, but regretting
to do what they
and their arcane overlords
demand be done, while
eating Keebler cookies. Meanwhile,
profiting from usury, handsomely
, nay, even scandalously, for
Intergalactic Cadillacs don’t exactly
grown on peach trees
or Cracker Jack bottoms
(Hey?! Where are all
of the, you know
, lavish home brews we
imbibe nightly before watching
the Tonight Show with
Joan Rivers’ wraith, scowling
so coquettishly?). Still, it’s
better than Crazy Eddie’s
crappy imported Czech dog-polishers.
who spotted a dalmation