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
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Large amounts of alcohol must be involved somehow.
For the welfare of our future generations, naturally.
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.
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!!!
While smoking dried leeches with DKW's mum the other night I SHUT UP SMUT
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