Just in case you don't want to eat anything again ... ever.
I'll jump out of perfectly sound aircraft and will drive motorcycles into the sides of cars but I won't ride these accursed machines.
Ed: why not?
I ate a proper lunch and I am to keep it.
Cedar Point is somewhere in the Cleveland area in Ohio: Cedar Point
I can't say I ever got off too much on going anywhere to ride the rides except maybe when those patriotic soldier boys and I went over to Boys Town in Ciudad Juarez from time to time. Now that was an amusement park.
Holy shit! I just looked and the Kentucky Club is still there. (Huffington Post: Explore One of Juarez, Mexico’s Oldest Bars: The World Famous Kentucky Club)
The patriotic young soldiers would stop here first to have a steak with the genteel vibe of the Kentucky Club. The really twisted places were back a few blocks from the main drag and that's where the patriotic young soldier boys would go next. Call it mixed points circa 1971.
Note: key points are the steaks were good and inexpensive and Americans didn't want to see us. The Kentucky Club was the home away from the barracks.
Ed: they still don't want to see you!
You've sure got that right (larfs). I didn't notice any of them in the Kentucky Club, tho.
There was that time when the young lady and I completed our wicked deed and she rubbed her stomach a little then said, "Bambino."
Noooooo, no bambino. No habla bambino!
Ed: there are children about (sob)
Not here and if we see any then they will get chucked into the stewpot with the others.
Ed: don't you like children?
Sure, I like children but how old does children mean?
Ed: you know, children, the small ones, the squeaky, annoying ones.
Noooo, those ones are worthless; I was thinking about twenty-eight.
I'll jump out of perfectly sound aircraft and will drive motorcycles into the sides of cars but I won't ride these accursed machines.
Ed: why not?
I ate a proper lunch and I am to keep it.
Cedar Point is somewhere in the Cleveland area in Ohio: Cedar Point
I can't say I ever got off too much on going anywhere to ride the rides except maybe when those patriotic soldier boys and I went over to Boys Town in Ciudad Juarez from time to time. Now that was an amusement park.
Holy shit! I just looked and the Kentucky Club is still there. (Huffington Post: Explore One of Juarez, Mexico’s Oldest Bars: The World Famous Kentucky Club)
The patriotic young soldiers would stop here first to have a steak with the genteel vibe of the Kentucky Club. The really twisted places were back a few blocks from the main drag and that's where the patriotic young soldier boys would go next. Call it mixed points circa 1971.
Note: key points are the steaks were good and inexpensive and Americans didn't want to see us. The Kentucky Club was the home away from the barracks.
Ed: they still don't want to see you!
You've sure got that right (larfs). I didn't notice any of them in the Kentucky Club, tho.
There was that time when the young lady and I completed our wicked deed and she rubbed her stomach a little then said, "Bambino."
Noooooo, no bambino. No habla bambino!
Ed: there are children about (sob)
Not here and if we see any then they will get chucked into the stewpot with the others.
Ed: don't you like children?
Sure, I like children but how old does children mean?
Ed: you know, children, the small ones, the squeaky, annoying ones.
Noooo, those ones are worthless; I was thinking about twenty-eight.
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