So, the summer solstice; the day when the Holly king kicks ass and begins to diminish the length of our days. The veil between worlds is thin today.
Of course the crackheads on the other side of the globe see things the other way about. Right now their nights are longer, while we enjoy late night sun.
You've been staring at me long enough. Are you going to talk?
I...
I tried to approach her.
You got 30 seconds. Impress me.
That is...
Never had a chance.
A minute ago I might of banged you for the novelty, but now I see your just too fucking pathetic. Make tracks. And don't you DARE beat off while thinking about me!
I saw you in the alley with that pretty lady, Officer Smiley.
WHAT? I mean... er... she... I was just...
She must have been pretty drunk! I saw you given her that breathalizer and she kept sloppin her mouth all over it.
Oh. uhhhh... yeah. She was drunk.
But why do you keep the breathalizer thing in your pants, Officer Smiley? And what did you say to her that was so funny? It looked like a pint of milk was gushin out of her nose!
o/` Come and meet those dancing feet on the avenue I'm takin' you to - Forty-second Street. Hear the beat of dancing feet. It's the song I love the melody of - Forty-second Street...o/`
o/` Little nifties from the fifties - Innocent and sweet. Sexy ladies from the eighties who are indiscreet - OH! They're side by side, they're...o/`
STOP! People! Are you phoning this in?!? Where is the passion and excitement I saw last night (especially from you Gilbert)? Rafael, get me a latte and some codeine.
Yes sir Mr. D.A.12-Q! Right away!
Girlfriend, I don't know how you put up with it. You're never going to recreate the magic you had with those boys back on Earth.
I know. Gabe was a swell dancer (and so willing). But I've got to believe that a group of superior beings can match the hoofing and glitz of those monkey-boys. I must keep trying!
As you can see from these X-rays, Miss... I mean Mr. Wirthling, you have begun what we call a spontanious gender transformation.
Is it fatal doc?
That all depends, little lady. How hard would it be for you to give up being ass-bumped by pink donkeys. You see, that is the cause.
Curses! If only I could have given up butt-snorkling gabe instead! But I can't turn my back on my donkey love!
Oh, it appears that turning your back on that donkey is all you really care to do. I'm afraid he will ride you into the ground within the next week. Sorry.