Who Would Jesus Tea Party With?

So Molly Ivors linked the Dowd-y one in today's Eschaton morning thread which reminded me of HTML's Friedman shorter from a couple months ago.  Opening lines:

MoDo:  When I was in Saudi Arabia, I had tea and sweets with a group of educated and sophisticated young professional women.

Lil Tommy: I took part in a “qat chew” the other day at the home of a Yemeni official.

While the intended audience of the Sunday Auditions is Fred Hiatt, a Grey Lady job would be awful nice.  So for next week's installment (or maybe the week after that - I did mention the fact that I'm a lazy bum, right?) I'm soliciting your mom suggestions for a cozy intimate setting to head up my bizarre wander into the search for a superior moral justification of selfishness.


Mendacious D said...

Large amounts of alcohol must be involved somehow.

For the welfare of our future generations, naturally.

Substance McGravitas said...

At dinner with a noted Japanese scat-porn producer I stumbled, slipped and smushed in a metaphor that describes the current state of our discourse perfectly.

Another Kiwi said...

Whilst snacking on Whalemeat Surprise toasted sandwiches with a Peruvian cyanide manufacturer I couldn't help but notice that he never put his Bowie knife on the table, always held it in a white knuckled grip.
The cuffs of his Clouded Leopard skin jacket were frayed and it struck me then, that the juxtaposition of the frayed cuffs and the sharp knife was a stark symbol of being PAYED BY THE WORD!!!

Smut Clyde said...

While smoking dried leeches with DKW's mum the other night I SHUT UP SMUT