Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... KISS ME Dorothy, or Don-t!
dedicato. SAM. Gal-bartender at the White Hart.
Kiss me Dorothy, or maybe DON-T! I got held up in Tuscon, Arizona. Dat kind-a town. Louise and Louise, swell gals, tied me to dat Desert Bungalow. U know. The one outside of Death Valley where all the Hipsters Go. I didn't have a thing to wear. 3 hours later, after the Poker game, an Ace of Spades covered up my Nobility. U HAD to be there. I signed off EVERYTHING in your name. My Credit looked almost good till Le BARON de CINCINNATI, who swore he was your ON LY lover challenged me to a DUEL...It was, FOR death valley, A NOVELTY. everybody tried to look serious. So we wasted away on Absinthe, squirted thru sugar cubes. People, especially da GALS yakked Mazet Bar, Paris, lotta squeakin. I was personally tense and nervous. My very own foreskin quivered in its Y front UNTER-groovy. I hate to be specific. As for THE Duel. As I write, there-in lies the outcome. Never trust a Pub-s toilet facilities on how many Condom machines are displayed. Sometimes U never get your money back!
c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, U.K. Keep ya Knickers Dry!!!
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