...fuck this shit I want everything!
Sunday (May 31st) is Uncle Walt's birthday. Planning anything special for it? Like maybe a pilgrimage to HIS remaining Brooklyn home, down on Ryerson Street in Fort Greene? The one WITHOUT a historical plaque on it, 'cause they still don't quite approve of guys like him...
Wadeaminute! I have it on good authority that Bjork no longer has those hetero come-hither looks workin' for her. Back in the day she coulda played the recorder in that position for me any day! But now she has to dress up in those feathers and sequins and seagul beaks aplenty. Invite her at your peril!
NOW my ears are ringing! Can you imagine that as a prom dress?
Traditional Icelandic fare is dreadful. Think ram's balls. My suggestion is just keep the martinis coming. On Sunday you should have a wild BL orgy at Walt's old place, with Johan, Bill and Jizzy as guests of honor. Then you should send them my way. I'm sure uncle Walt would approve.
One Icelandic specialty is Greenland shark, allowed to putrefy, then hung to dry, cut and sliced off by the piece. You can have my share. They also like grilled puffin, a sea bird that supposedly tastes like the fish it eats. You can give my share of this to Andrew Zimmern.Mr Chips
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