I'M on tumblers, and damn straight, tell your ex bf, we are gettin' married, i just haven't worked out the timing, what with me not knowing your birthday and all, plus i wanted to do the right thing and sit down with Judy over a glass of wine and explain my intentions, and tell her the whole story about one of my dear friends who married a girl younger than you...and they, [and I'll look at her when she shoots me 'that --insert TeXes saying here,': But i'm gonna give one a shot: she looks at me like: 'if you throw enough cow shit against the side of the barn, eventually someones gonna come along and say it's an apparition of the Holy Mother or Jesus or Elvis." how's that?
back to the restaurant with judy...
'...And, Judy, those friends were married, not always, happily, but you and i know all about what it takes...' Interrupted by the waiter, so I order her another glass of wine, make small talk; and now the Somme [who I've tipped previously] comes to the table, and says, 'oh, Mr. Rorke, Michael, did not tell me we were expecting you this afternoon...' claps his hands and says something quietly to his assistant, while I try to explain that it was just a spur of the moment..., but very important conversation with a friend...too late: it's a bucket of Veuve Clicquot, not the yellow label, no I've gone big with Robert, the sommelier... we've got La Grande Dame chillin' so i can do some killin', --set me back a twosy...so now EverReady's all atwitter, the pop pops, Judy says, i always did love that sound, like every woman in the world, and i bring the mood back to intimacy after we toast to Madame Cliquout and i make a joke about how i call her the bulldog faced baroness...then,
'Judy, those friends were married 21 years.' EYES...THAT'S HER QUESTION...'Their names? Jerry lee Lewis and his 13 yr old cousin, Myra Gail Brown.'
what do you think?
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?