i was swinging down to the yorkshire 54. my disco suit was in full aflutter, bottoms belling as i stepped over cracks on the sidewalk. my steps were dramatic, sweeping forwards and practically pulling the sidewalk to my klopptroppers. my hip flask was freshly replentished, and i'd just had a meal so spicy my tounge was red-shifting. what's more, shit was a-strobin', flashflashflash, and that's when the good shit goes down.
so i got to yorkshire 54, and atomic lou was fat-elbowing it outside the velvet ropes. "'sup," i said, "'sup" atomic lou said. i started to slip him a crisp $27 bill, but then things went wrong -- his head opened like a stringy meat hatch, skull hinging off to the side as three little tentacle aliens made a break for it. one was coming right at me. i broke for the club entrance, figuring this was my chance to get in without greasing the doorman for once. i figured correctly.
once inside, i headed towards the bar, and ordered a vial of chutzpah. i noticed creepy ling was fat-shouldering it on the bar. after quaffing my vial, i sauntered over. "'sup" i said, "'sup" creepy ling said. i started to slip him a crisp $42 bill, but then things went wrong -- he exploded like a microwaved pinata, bags of nougat flying out like candy. one was coming right at me. i caught it and pocketed it, figuring this was my chance to get nougat for free. i figured correctly.
cruisin' on nougat, i slammed the dankmobile into high gear. i was heading over to the east side, which was just east of the the west side. sliding up onto the curb, i noticed harrison ford was sitting on a tree stump. i sauntered over. "'sup" i said, "'sup" harrison ford said. i started to slip him a crisp $64 bill, but then things went wrong -- "what the fuck is that for??" he asked. "dunno mang, just going with the flow." i put the money away. "say," harrison ford said, "you wouldn't happen to have any nougat, would you?" i smiled. "ya mang." i said. i figured this was my big chance to enjoy nougat with harrison ford. i figured correctly.
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker