Tea for The Monarch
"Please pass the sugar,"
Dr. Girlfriend said
in a voice deep and rich
as hundred doller cheesecake.
"Okay," said
The Monarch
and he passed the
butterfly dotted bowl
across the delicate lace tablecloth.
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4 comments:
Oh...I miss Venture Brothers.
i just creamed my pants.
now i have to wander off in search of a bathroom with a hand drier.
Zack--I hope you've got someone with you to whale on your junk when it starts on fire.
my junk is fireproof
although when you come out you are free to whale on it, if you'd like.
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