Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Aloha!"
OK. I can't keep a secret. (S'posed to be MUMM-don't frickin care); part of my new new deal with being a TALK SHOW HOST on a detectice show thingy, based in Honolulu (Hawaii) was to go on a fact finding tour of said Pacific islands... There must have been a recent Tsunami 'cause the place looked a wreck.. At the airport, instead of Hula Girls handing out floral garlands, we were crowned with plastic toilet seats. Fellow passengers were non-plussed, being Hollywood freebie-parasites, they took it in their stride till the tropically tee-shirt/over-weight Dan-Ho advised us that our first stop involved a relaxing hour at an exclusive club called "The Toilet Bowl.", then the anxiety thermometer thingy went to 6.9 on the Richter scale? Still; HollyWEEDS are usually good trampers: The Club (Toilet thingy) soon calmed our nerves.. HULA gals, Ukulele-Cheeseburger sized local Gabauchoes, Salsa, Cuba-libres, Hawaiian High-Life's, pineapple-thingies, (All free.) Morgamous tits and Spam! Yet, alas, I do NOT know who - out of the Detective Hollywood crowd, along for the ride and trying to steal my talk show job DITCHED their Garland Toilet Seat first: Miss Marple, Sheer-luck Holmes, or Achilles Pwat! But SOME party Popper smashed his or her plastic toilet seat, and so ensued - "Tiny frickin' bubbles! - a Greek Wedding!
"Aloha!" and, "Aloha-Hollywood!"...:)
c2016/davedelacroix/lord borgo/now returned to Sciacca Sicily.
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