“Booze and Women,” by yours truly
“Can I?” “May you? You mean.” “Yes, Mei You. I may want a Chinese woman. Goo goo.” “Gaga.” “Haha.” “You may want to Google Gaga, but you may not like what you find.” “She is crazy.” “But not lazy.” “True, she isn’t hazy in her words.” “One guy calls women ‘birds.'” “Is that an insult?” “No, egrets are nice.” “You mean, ‘No regrets.'” “Well, maybe. Rosemary’s Baby.” “Take it easy maybe.” “W—, your pun-ctuation.” “Yes, it could lead to castra—” “Find another relation.” “Who won’t cause defenestration.” “Stop, the masturba—” “It leads to madness.” “And sadness.”
“The door is that way!” “But what are doors for.” “Something you shouldn’t ignore.” “Well, I might implore. Let’s explore.” “Get the hell out, you whore.” “Don’t be a bore.” “I’ll call the police.” “I bet it would be a release.” “I’ll kill you, you slime.” “Well, it could be a crime.” “They won’t prosecute.” “Because we aren’t hirsute?”
“She’s gone to M—wood.” “Would M—?” “That’s what everyone asks.” “As they sip from their flasks?” “Yes, we are all hypocritical.” “And a bit too cynical.” “Well, you don’t have to belabor the point.” “D—, please don’t take another joint.” “Is she okay? I hope she isn’t gay or been led astray.” “That’s what they say, but, you know, we all helped.” “I hear, in bed, she yelped.” “It’s okay to go crazy.” “As long as you aren’t also lazy.” “Purple haze, purple hazy.”