Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... WHEN we Crashed.
When da PLANE, Jet-thingy, crashed into the ALPS I woz on mah 2nd Martini, 15 bucks-a-pop and my GAL, Caroline, was trying to negotiate the price of a Rolex.
Despite the TURBULENCE, Captain RYAN, Pilot, his Inter-comm staccato... SORRY FOLKS....We-re going belly-flop in Lake Lugano. Hug your knees.... Meantime....circle-tape....may I draw your attention to our Stewardess's-s, passing you with their trolley....our Airways Special offer of Bracelets, Watches and Sexy-handcuffs. Camus Cognac, discounted to... Tape ran out. When we Crashed.
Lotsa BODS in the Lago. Some wearing expensive stuff, arms clinging to bottles of booze they could never wear or drink. A few lucky survivors. My gal and Me, totally naked. When we crashed.
c2019, davedelacroix. Our DUDE in Europe.
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