in Rio, where Deucie and I were one....
..... for you, who couldn't make it to the olympiad of girl on girl samba.....
... because Sir B didn't have time to go back and live in the past halucinations of someone's dreams when the real thing was already his...
....fantasy. forever his. his fantasy brought on by the haze of decayed anchovie and chum over the years, while F fondly savors the marriage document, er....samba school diploma diploma so well earned by her devoted Deucie.....(can you read Portugese ? lol...)...and the wedding band on her finger...
....heard me say, "Hello my love ! I am back and happy and I am awaiting your tender....."
( and what is all this stuff about an evil wrench ?)
Ahem.. Says the Monk. Sor rt y to break up this party, bit I need to talk with D. But, but, says F...
we are right in the middle of this bottle of champagne and I'm afraid that....
She may miss the bubbly. Would you care to join us?...
The Monk starts to answer when a scream breaks the tension. It could only be...
The Monk world suits me fine but if you...
and I have some port so we could make it a day while the pig get's done and then...
..thry realized the scream came from the pig, which jumped off the pit and knocked over the bottle of bubbly, leaving...
the keg and the smoker still standing but my friend the Baitboy was ....