As I promised on last Tuesday nights Now & Then show, The writings of B.L. Cummings and the Family Cefuliere. ALL THINGS CEFULIERE...(pronounced SEHH-FOOL-YAY) CEFULIERE (SEHH-FOOL-YAY) HE COMES HE GOES, HE STALKS HE LURKS, HE LIVES BY ART, HE LIKES THE PERKS... THEY SEEK HIS PRESENCE NIGHT AND DAY, THAT FASHIONABLE CEFULIERE... HE DRAWS AND PAINTS FOR RICH AND POOR FOR STATUS QUO HES QUITE THE WHORE... WHEN COMMON SENSE HAS LEFT TO STAY YOULL FIND THAT SILLY CEFULIERE... FOR ALL TOO OFT HELL DANCE THE FOOL AND DRINK AND SWAGGER, STOOP TO DROOL OR FLIT HIS PRECIOUS HOURS AWAY THAT LOST ACHIEVER, CEFULIERE... A SHOT OF JACK, A GLASS OF BEER THE SWEET REFINED REMAIN NOT HERE... DENIED IS NATURES SWEET BOUQUET, TO LOSERS SUCH AS CEFULIERE... A SULLEN CREATURE FROM BENEATH HAS REARED ITS HEAD AND BARED ITS TEETH BUT PASSES UNCONCERNED TODAY ITS JUST NOT HERE FOR CEFULIERE... YOU KNOW HOW THE NOVEL THE THREE MUSKETEERS ACTUALLY FEATURED 4 ? (Athos, Porthos, Aramis, & DArtagnan) WELL, THERE WERE ACTUALLY 5...ATHOS, PORTHOS, ARAMIS, DARTAGNAN, AND CEFULIERE...ALEXANDRE DUMAS ORIGINALLY WROTE IT THAT WAY. DUMAS WAS A NEPHEW OF LANCELIN CEFULIERE IN 17TH CENTURY FRANCE... JULY 14/1789-Legend states that when Marie Antoinette stood inside the Bastille gates this night, Mailhairer Cefuliere led the initial charge that brought down the main gate...cries of Votre Esclave, Votre Esclave could be heard resounding through the night...for the next ten years, France spiralled toward anarchy... History is not always pretty... the name Cefuliere has been both sacred and secular, pious and profane, throughout the centuries...it resonates with the powers at play...often egregious, often favoured...it brings its own motivation to the gathering...soaring yet smitten...ever amending... In 1764, Louis XV sent over 27,000 prisoners to French Guiana. Ile du Diable housed untold numbers of villains and cutthroats. Overseeing them all was Fillestronne (pronounced filla-strohne) Cefuliere, but he was skimming funds from the Kings coffers...this came to light in 1777, and Fillestronne was promptly beheaded in the public town square in Kouman-Kourou...disgrace is no stranger to the name Cefuliere... Ernies Grand-Uncle, Tilsit Cefuliere, sailed from France in the mid 19th Century, eventually traveling up the Neman River in East Prussia. He hoodwinked the farmers there who had created a beautiful, rich, smear-ripened type of cheese, promptly glomming the complex recipe from them in exchange for some silk scarves and and a REALLY NICE ball-on a-stick...The Prussian farmers never saw him again, and thus never reaped the rewards of his unchecked avarice. Tilsit Cefuliere named the cheese after himself and became wealthy beyond any mans wildest dreams. He died peacefully in bed with his four Jack Russell terriers and his lemur Pinta, which he had named after one of Columbus ships... July 1978-Sony and Panasonic release the first VHS machines, promising that theyll be the BEST THING EVER !!!!! Abejundio (pronounced AH-BAY-HOOND-EE-OH) Cefuliere has just purchased 6,000 HOTTER that HOT Beta Max machines, figuring hell unload them at twice what he paid for them...(like...they musta fallen outa the back of a large truck). But an even more recent craze rages on. Loons are camped out in sleeping bags outside Green & Roberts on Fairfax to be the first at 9 a.m. to take home their spankin new VHS machines. Abejundio is sunk...the Beta Max days are over. For the next week or so, he is seen letting the machines go for no more than ten bucks a piece. As long as someone would drag one away, he didnt haggle much about price. Abejundio was ruined. He never bounced back. Faded away with a broken heart. No longer could he find comfort in his favourite songs like Afternoon Delight or Macarena or Youre Havin My Baby...Abejundio...One of the great, tragic figures contributing to the rich tapestry which is the name Cefuliere... LaBosso Cefuliere-It was back in the day...late 70s slidin into early 80s. The boom had been Mrs. White, and outa that particular boom came the rocks...cheaper to make, cheaper to buy. And suddenly its outa the Bowery, right over into Scottsdale...nobody saw it comin so fast...the rocks...guys were swappin Cadillacs for just a few more rocks (R.I.P. David Ruffin)...and in the middle of this brand new boom was LaBosso Cefuliere. His attempts at a show biz career had mostly dried up and now with unbridled Rock-o-mania goin on full steam, he felt he was finally in the right place at the right time. Uncle Boss as the gang called him, got greedy. Wanted to be the Marvin-Doggy-Dogg of the Rock World...got in too deep with strangers...threw down the gauntlet...messed with the Torchys crew one too many times and everything in the barnyard went over the falls...Most times in life, you cant use what you cant chew. The remains of Uncle Boss have never been found to this present day. It all started with the Rocks. Once again, outside forces spawned within the crevices of mans evil and avarice threw their musty shadow over the once mighty name of Cefuliere... Perhaps one of the seediest of the Cefuliere clan was Vince. Always a bit of a black sheep. Worst of all, hed be mean to dogs and cats...just a loser...paging Mister Zerr...Mister Lou Zerr... He was actually responsible for the inception of the bad taste law, now part of certain ammendments in legal constitutions. They finally arrested him when he was marketing Pez dispensers which had the head of Anne Boleyn on them...it was completely beyond tasteless...the judge threw the book at him. He did two years hard time in Stoney Mountain. Barely a month after his release, he was back in stir...caught for bootlegging copies of Clambake, Double Trouble, and Harum Scarum all starring Elvis Presley... Many believe he deserved jail time for even watching those three films right to the end in the first place...Just another sordid probe into the mirage which seems to be Cefuliere. Fionetta (Nettie) Cefuliere-One of the spinsters of the clan...no doubt carrying the name with her to her grave. Was largely instrumental in the Jellyfish Law implemented in Southern Florida in 1957. Launched a huge civil action against the Orange-Aide Hotel Foundation and won, concerning the lack of warning signs against dangerous poisonous hydrozoans and scyphozoans. She had been repeatedly stung one day right on the beach outside her cabana, which was definitely on Hotel property. Her lengthy, arduous recovery gave her time to plot her future course of action. She sued and won, being rewarded several million dollars, but more importantly (those are HER words) her plight had managed to get new signs put up everywhere warning innocent tourists about the jellyfish that can ruin your holiday with one tendril-lash of venom. Were all fairly certain that Nettie is still alive somewhere with a blue or pink drink in her hand, and its likely that drink has a cute little umbrella in it. She always said she would live to be well over a hundred...lets raise a glass to Fionetta Nettie Cefuliere...KLINK THERE WAS A SPLINTER GROUP OF CEFULIERES IN SILICON VALLEY WHO NEVER PAID MUCH ATTENTION TO THE REST OF THE CLAN. IT WAS THERE THAT YOUNG BILJENONNE CEFULIERE WAS HIRED BY APPLE TO TRAIN MAC GENIUSES. BILJIE WAS SO GOOD AT TAKING THINGS APART AND PUTTING THEM BACK TOGETHER, THAT HE SOON WORKED HIS WAY RIGHT UP THE CORPORATE APPLE LADDER. THROUGH THE INTERNET, HE DEVELOPED QUITE A FOLLOWING VIA FB, MS, TW AND HIS OWN ELABORATELY DESIGNED SITE. HE HAD A PECULIAR HABIT OF TYPING IN ALL CAPS. MOST OLDER FOLKS LOVED THIS, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO WERE STUCK IN THE DROLL WORLD OF THE PCS. APPLE LET PEOPLE MAGNIFY, BUT PC DID NOT. THERE WERE ALWAYS FAR TOO MANY OF THOSE FOLKS WHO TOLD HIM TO QUIT YELLING. THESE LIKELY FEZED CONVENTIONEERS ACTUALLY BECAME ADAMANT, FELT AS THOUGH THEY WERE PERSONALLY INVOLVED ENOUGH WITH HIM TO BERATE HIS USE OF CAPITAL LETTERS. IT WAS INDEED ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF HOW THE LIFE STORE HAD NOT OPENED OUTLETS YET IN THE HOMETOWNS OF MANY CRISPY CRITTERS... BILJIE TRIED TO IGNORE IT, BUT HIS O.C.D. MADE THAT IMPOSSIBLE. ALTHOUGH HE TRIED AND TRIED TO CARRY ON HIS WEB FRIENDSHIPS UNOBTRUSIVELY AND WITH THE UTMOST GOOD WILL, THE NEGATIVE NOOKIES JUST WOULDNT LET IT ALL GO. FINALLY BILJENONNE REACHED HIS PERSONAL BREAKING POINT. HE TYPED AN IMPASSIONED LETTER OF GOODBYE, WISHING ALL HIS NET CRONIES THE VERY BEST, AND SHUT DOWN ALL HIS SITES AND PAGES. ONCE AGAIN, THE MIRE OF A FEW HAD ROBBED OF THE MANY...WHEN LAST SPOTTED, BILJENONNE WAS SWEEPING UP THE SILENT MOVIE THEATRE ON FAIRFAX AVENUE IN LOS ANGELES. THIS LITTLE THEATRE IS THERE PRIMARILY FOR TOURISTS AND ONE-TIME VISITORS TO L.A. AS A REMINDER OF HOW THE MOVIE INDUSTRY WAS IN ITS FLEDGLING DAYS. IT IS A THROWBACK IN TIME. THERE IS NO DIALOGUE, JUST MUSIC. PERHAPS THE BEST PLACE IN AN UNFRIENDLY WORLD FOR THE BRILLIANT BUT TROUBLED BILJENONNE CEFULIERE... (God, this family has a sordid resume...) FENTON CEFULIERE-ONE OF THE CANADIAN CEFULIERES, FENTON HAILED FROM DOMAINE-LA POUDRIERE, NOT FAR FROM WHERE CANADIAN PRIME MINISTER JEAN CHRETIEN HAD BEEN BORN. HE WAS A CHILD OF THE FIFTIES...MOM AND DAD HAD CALLED HIM FENTRALLE AND THOUGHT IT WAS BEAUTUFUL, BUT LATE IN THE FIFTIES, OUT OF ENGLAND EXPLODED A GROUP CALLED SHANE FENTON AND THE FENTONES...WELL, AT THAT POINT THERE WAS NO MORE FENTRALLE, FROM THEN ON IT WAS FENTON...PROBABLY JUST AS WELL... ITS MORE THAN LIKELY ANY YOUNG BOY IN THE FIFTIES IN QUEBEC WITH THE NAME FENTRALLE WOULD HAVE BEEN TASTIN CEMENT FROM TIME TO TIME. FENTON DID ODD JOBS FOR A WHILE...ONE SUMMER HE PUT BEE HIVE LOGOS ON CORN SYRUP CANS...ONE AUTUMN HE RAKED LEAVES AND CUT LAWNS FOR SEVEN DIFFERENT RABBIS. SOME YEARS HE SOLD CHRISTMAS CARDS DOOR TO DOOR, AND SOMETIMES HE COLLECTED RAGS FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE. NO ONE EVER TOLD HIM WHAT THE LESS FORTUNATE WERE UP TO WITH ALL THOSE RAGS. FENTON GOT ALL WIRED UP WITH SOME OUTFIT CALLED LITERACY FOR INSECTS, AND HE WAS ALWAYS GOIN OUT OF THE COUNTRY, OFF TO SOME OUT OF THE MAINSTREAM DOT ON THE GLOBE, AND IT SEEMED HE ALWAYS NEEDED MORE SHOTS AND INOCULATIONS TO GO TO THESE LAME PLACES. THEY WERE ALWAYS SHOOTIN HIS ARM FULL O PATHOGENS. ONE TIME HE GOT A SCRATCH O YELLOW FEVER, AND HIS WHOLE ARM SWELLED UP FROM HIS WRITST TO HIS ELBOW...HARSH, MARSH...BEAM ME UP... THE YEARS PASSED, AND FENTONS WANDERLUST NEVER DIMINISHED ONE IOTA. HE WAS WORSE THAN THE BAD UNCLE IN LEAVE IT TO BEAVER. HE WAS WORSE THAN FREDDY LENNON. HE WAS WORSE THAN PASSEPARTOUT IN AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS. CRUISE SHIPS, TANKERS, SHADY STEAMERS THROUGH THE ORIENT, BOATS THAT LOOKED LIKE CATCHERS MITTS, HE DID EM ALL...HE SAW IT ALL...SHANE FENTON AND THE FENTONES CAME AND WENT, DISAPPEARING WITH BEATLEMANIA AND NEVER REALLY MARKING ANY AMERICAN TERRITORY FOR THEMSELVES. BUT FENTRALLE REMAINED FENTON. TANIS CEFULIERE...A REAL PIECE O WORK THIS ONE...SHE WENT IN ON SOME PYRAMID SCHEME WHERE THESE GUYS WERE BUILDIN A TUNNEL, STARTIN IN JUAREZ AND COMIN UP IN THE KITCHEN OF THE GARDEN RESTAURANT AND BAR RIGHT DOWNTOWN ON WESTERN AVE. IN EL PASO... THE GARDEN IS NORMALLY CLOSED ON MONDAYS, SO ONCE THE DOOR TO THE AMERICAN SIDE WAS PROPERLY INSTALLED, THE DROPS,WHATEVER THEY MIGHT BE FROM WEEK TO WEEK, ALL TOOK PLACE ON MONDAYS...SOME MONDAYS IT WAS THE WHITE LADY...OTHER MONDAYS IT WAS MRS. GREEN...OTHER MONDAYS IT WAS THE ROCKS...OTHER MONDAYS IT WAS JUAN AND PEDRO AND SIXTY OR SO OF THEIR FRIENDS, SCRAMBLIN UP THAT LAST LADDER INTO THE HEADY AIR OF DOWNTOWN TEXASLAND...TANIS PLUNKED IN A FEW GRAND DIRTY MONEY THAT SHED SHELTERED FROM PART OF THE DEAL THAT TOOK WAYNE GRETZKY FROM EDMONTON TO THE L.A. FORUM...RUMOUR HAS IT THAT SHE ACTUALLY MET SEVERAL TIMES WITH BRUCE MC NALL FOR WINE AND LAUGHS BEFORE HE WAS CONVICTED AND SENT TO JAIL IN THE MID NINETIES...THERE ARE SEVERAL ACCOUNTS OF THEM PLAYING TOUCHY-FEELY IN BEVERLY HILLS AT MR. CHOWS IN THE DAYS BEFORE IT WAS TAKEN OVER BY THE HIP HOP WORLD... FROM AN INSIDE TIP THE HAMMER CAME DOWN...SOME SMARTASS YOUNGSTER IN JUAREZ WAS PLAYIN BOTH ENDS AGAINST THE MIDDLE WITH THE COPS ON BOTH SIDES OF THE BORDER AS WELL AS TANIS AND HER TUNNEL CRONIES...FOR A COUPLA HUNNERD FISH FROM EACH SIDE OF THE BORDER, THIS 14 YEAR OLD KID BROUGHT DOWN ONE OF THE LONGEST LASTING AND MOST SUCCESSFUL SMUGGLING RINGS IN U.S. HISTORY...THOUSANDS OF MILLIONS HAD FLOWED THROUGH THAT TUNNEL, AND ALL IT TOOK WAS FOUR HUNNERD FISH TO BRING IT ALL CRUMBLIN DOWN... TANIS GOT TWENTY-TO-LIFE, AND SHE NEVER WAS THE TYPE O GAL TO GET ANY TIME OFF FOR GOOD BEHAVIOUR... WHEN LAST WE HEARD FROM TANIS SHE WAS STILL BAKIN THE ACE... SUCKIN THE SODA... FLIPPIN THE FLOWER... TOPPIN THE PACK.,.. HOOKIN UP THE HACKS... JAMMIN WITH JEROME... DISSIN THE DIDDLE... CHUMMIN CHUCO... SLATED FOR CLICK-UP... CRAMMIN CROAKS... JUKIN THE GINGER... AFTER EVERYTHING SHED BEEN UP TO AND SEEN, IT WAS HARD FOR TANIS TO ADJUST TO THAT TEN BY SIX STIR CELL...THESE DAYS SHE PLAYS HEAD GAMES TO HERSELF, COUNTING IMAGINARY OBJECTS...SOMETIMES SHE IMAGINES SHES ON FACEBOOK...AND SOMETIMES SHE IMAGINES SHE HAS TEN THOUSAND FRIENDS...AND SOMETIMES SHE IMAGINES THAT SHE SITS ALL DAY AND JUST CONFIRMS FRIEND REQUESTS... SADLY,IT IS WHAT IT IS...THATS ALL THERE IS AND THERE AINT NO MORE... FOR TANIS CEFULIERE.... For the Cefuliere clan, life goes on and on and on and on and on...... IVE JUST COME HOME FROM INDONESIA, WHERE I SPENT SOME MONTHS WITH HILDEGARD AND PETIGREW CEFULIERE...THEYVE MOVED THERE PERMANENTLY...SEEMS THEY LIKE IT JUST FINE, AND SINCE THEY MADE THAT KILLING ON EDIBLE SHOELACES A FEW YEARS AGO, THEYVE DECIDED TO STAY...PETIGREW STILL HAS THE ALLERGIES...SNEEZIN ALL THE LIVELONG DAY LIKE A COKE HOUND...CRAZY THING IS, HES NEVER BEEN NEAR A LINE OF SHNITZEL IN HIS GODDAMNED LIFE... IMAGINE THAT... SO HIM AND HIS NEW SHORT, THEY OPEN THIS CRAZY SCHOOL FOR IDENTICAL TWINS WITH OCD THAT ALSO HAVE THE POWERS OF TELEKINESIS... THEY TAKE ALL THESE CRAZY, SPECIAL KIDS OUT ON A FIELD TRIP IN ONE O THEM YELLOW SCHOOL BUSSES... THINGS WERE GOIN ALONG FINE TILL THEY DROVE DOWN BY THE ABATTOIR...THE ENGLISH KIDS WERE THE FIRST TO START UP THE TROUBLE...YA JUST CANT HAVE KIDS MAKIN COWS FLY ALL OVER A BUSY CITY...MOOIN AND SHITTIN AND PUKIN ALL OVER THE FOLKS BELOW...YA JUST CANT HAVE IT...AND WHEN THEY PASSED THE FISH MARKET, THE ISLAND KIDS STARTED MAKIN THE FRESH FISH FLY AROUND EVERYWHERE...BUS DRIVER HAD TO TURN ON THE GODDAMNED WIPERS TO CLEAR THE FLYIN FISH OFF O THE WINDSHIELD... OH BROTHER...POOR OL PETIGREW...THE LAWSUITS ARE BOUND TO WIPE HIM AND ANGIE RIGHT OUT... POOR GUY... WELL, YEAH, THATS TOO BAD FOR OL PETIGREW, BUT I GOTTA GET GOIN I GOTTA GET BACK TO THAT LITERACY FOR INSECTS RALLY... TODAYS DRAGONFLY DAY...ITS A BIG DEAL FER THE NEW PLEDGES... I GUESS YOU HEARD ABOUT POOR IRV, HUH...? ITS ALWAYS SOMETHIN WITH HIM...I JUST CANT BELIEVE IT...HE WENT DOWN TO TRY THE NEW MIND-MELD BOOTH AT THE RIB-FEST LAST MONTH...BAD, BAD, BAD...TIMES THREE, TIMES THREE, TIMES THREE... REPLAY...RE-RUN...SYNDICATION...HERE AND NOW...FILM AT ELEVEN...TOSS THE TIDBIT... WELL, IRV CHOOSES GUY LA FLEUR, CAUSE BACK WHEN HE WAS DIGGIN ON THAT GUESS WHO #10 LP BIG TIME, LA FLEUR WAS THE NEW RAGE IN THE NHL. MAN, HE WAS ON FIVE STANLEY CUP TEAMS WITH THE CANADIENS...AND HE WAS ALWAYS IRVS FAVOURITE...SO IRV SIGNS UP FOR A FIFTEEN MINUTE SESSION AT THE MIND-MELD AND GETS HIS LA FLEUR FIX OF A LIFETIME...HES SITTIN ON THE BENCH WITH GUYS LIKE STEVE SHUTT, BOB GAINEY, LARRY ROBINSON, REJEAN HOULE, SERGE SAVARD, AND YVAN COURNOYER...HES GETTIN IN ON LINE CHANGES HES NEVER EVEN SEEN BEFORE...HES IN THE 78 STANLEY CUP FINALS AGAINST BOSTON AND DON CHERRYS TELLIN HIS BRUINS ALL TO HIT HIM WITH THEIR STICKS AND ITS ALL JUST TOO MUCH FOR IRV...HES LIVIN IT...LIVIN THE LIFE...HE IS LA FLEUR...AND ITS ALL WONDERFUL AND HIS FIFTEEN MINUTES CLICKS OFF, AND EVERYTHING SEEMS NORMAL...BUT IRV FORGOT ABOUT RESIDUALS...THEY WARN YOU ABOUT RESIDUALS WHEN YOU FIRST INQUIRE...WHEN YOU FIRST SIGN UP...I TOLD HIM AND TOLD HIM, BUT YA CANT TELL IRV ANYTHING... LA FLEUR WAS A SMOKER...HE EVEN SMOKED ON THE BENCH SOMETIMES...FOR REAL...IRVS NOW A TWO PACK A DAY MAN...MARLBORO REGULARS, YET...THE RED BOX...I WARNED HIM, BUT HE DIDNT WANNA HEAR... RESIDUALS I SAID...RESIDUALS... AHH, MANNN....THATS A SHAME...RANK PALE...KINDA REMINDS ME O WHAT HAPPENED TO BORNOWICKI THAT TIME AFTER THE PEPTO-BISMO WORLD SERIES...THAT WAS THE FIRST YEAR THEY HAD THE MIND MELD AT THE RIB FEST...BORONOWICKIS ABOUT FATTYS AGE, AND HE PLAYED A BIT OF HOCKEY AS A KID...HE WAS A GOALIE... SO HE SIGNS UP FOR JACQUES PLANTE... AND HE STRUTS ON IN FOR HIS MAGIC FIFTEEN MINUTES. WELL, THERE HE IS WITH DOUG HARVEY AND JEAN BELIVEAU AND DICKIE MOORE AND BOOM BOOM GEOFFRION AND, OF COURSE... THE ROCKET................................ MAN............................CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE.....? THERE HE WAS WITH THE ROCKET.......................................................... IT WAS LIKE NOTHIN HED EVER FELT BEFORE..BUT ONCE AGAIN...RESIDUALS...HE FORGOT ABOUT THE RESIDUALS...THESE GUYS...DO THEY THINK THEY CAN JUST MIND-MELD WITH LEGENDS FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES AND THEN SHUT IT ALL OFF WITHOUT TRACES...GEEZ LOUISE...EVEN THE NEXT DAY AFTER ACID TRIPS, THE HIPPIES USED TO SEE TRAILS ON THINGS FOR A FEW HOURS...ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES...A PENNY SAVED IS SINCLAIR LEWIS...RANK PALE, DUDE... BORONOWICKI CAME OUTA THERE TOTALLY UNABLE TO FUNCTION IN THE REAL WORLD WITHOUT A PLANTE-STYLE GOALIES MASK...WORE ONE FOR SEVERAL MONTHS, BUT IT HAD TOO MUCH OF A NEGATIVE SOCIAL STIGMA...IT ALSO TERRIFIED YOUNG CHILDREN AND REALLY REALLY PISSED OFF CERTAIN BREEDS OF DOGS... SO HE SWITCHED TO A FULL HEAD MASK OF JOHN TRAVOLTA... BUT THEN PEOPLE STARTED COMING UP TO HIM ENDLESSLY ASKING HIM TO DO BARBARINO...ALL DAY LONG... AND HE HAD TO LEARN TO DO A DECENT BARBARINO JUST TO SHUT PEOPLE UP... EEYYYY...WHUDD...WHEAHH...WHENNNN.....WHEAHH...EEYYYY... SHEESH...YOU CAN ONLY KEEP THAT UP FOR SO LONG...SO LAST SPRING HE JUST PACKED IT ALL IN AND MOVED TO GUSALAPA... GUSALAPA...? WHERE IN GODS NAME IS THAT...? ITS IN JALISCO...MAYBE A COUPLA HUNDRED MILES FROM GUADALAJARA...KINDA REMOTE, BUT HES DOIN NOT TOO BAD WITH HIS DUCK-TENTS...YOU KNOW, NONE OF US EVER THOUGHT THAT DUCK-TENT THING WOULD TAKE OFF, BUT WE WERE ALL WRONG...BORNOWICKI MADE IT WORK...LAST I HEARD HE WAS HOB NOBBIN WITH THE NUMBER THREE GUY FROM TOYOTA AT THE BANFF SPRINGS HOTEL FER CHRISSAKES...SEEMS MISTER TANGANYAKI REALLY TOOK TO THE DUCK-TENTS... DUCK-TENTS...? WHAT IN HELLS NAME ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT...? IS THIS THE SAME BORNOWICKI WE ALL KNEW BACK ON INKSTER...? THE SAME CLOWN THAT WENT OUT WITH ANDREA...RANDY ANDY...? WHATS ALL THIS TENT TALK ? WELL, BORONOWICKI BOUGHT THIS WHOLE SET OF GIGANTIC, SEVEN STRAND CANVAS TENTS FROM THE MOSCOW CIRCUS WHEN THEY HAD THAT TROUBLE LAST YEAR AT THE GARDENS...HE TOOK THE TENTS OFF THEIR HANDS AT A STEAL, TOOK THEM TO SCOTTSDALE, HIRED TWENNY OR THIRDY ILLEGALS TO PUT THEM UP, AND THEN TRUCKED IN ABOUT FORTY TONS OF SPECIAL MUD FROM CANAL POINT AND SOME PICKEREL WEED, SPANISH MOSS, ROOTSTOCK, BLUE FLAG, GERANIUMS, AND VERATRUM VIRIDE...HE TURNED EACH OF THE TENTS INTO AN EVERGLADES TYPE SWAMP WITH ITS OWN FUNCTIONING ECO SYSTEM...NOW ALL THESE FILTHY RICH HUNTERS COME FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AND BORNO TUTORS THEM ON HOW TO MOVE THROUGH THE WILD WITHOUT MAKING A SOUND, ENABLING THEM TO SNEAK RIGHT UP ON WHATEVER THEYRE HUNTING AND BLOW IT TO COMPLETE RAT-PISS...GOOD OLD BORNOWICKI...TRUST HIM TO COOK UP SOMETHIN LIKE THIS AND MAKE IT WORK...OH WELL...YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY... NECESSITY IS FRANK ZAPPA............. ............. ............ ...............THATS A JOKE.......... FRANK ZAPPA? MOTHERS OF INVENTION? NECESSITY? WELL, I SEE YOUVE STILL GOT YOUR GENTEEL SENSE OF HUMOUR AND UNDERSTANDING...SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I BOTHER TROLLING FOR A TITTER...THE RETURNS ARE ALWAYS SO DIMINISHING WHEN IM DEALING WITH YOU... .....YEAH, WELL....YEAH, WELL, I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I..,.?
Posted on: Fri, 07 Feb 2014 16:18:48 +0000
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