A Bag of Hammers Page #7

Hundreds of kittens...?

- A week.

- No, I'm sorry.

A small donation

could mean salvation

to many of these defenseless

kittens and puppies.

Hundreds of kittens... Lord...

So many people have been

so mean to me out here today.

I noticed you

donated to that guy

from the animal shelter.

And I... I don't know

if my conscience

could rest saving dogs

when there are 20,000 people

sleeping in the

Superdome tonight!

Fine!

Paper... I told you!

- Best five out of nine.

- No, get in there.

That's the last time

I'm doing it.

March issue. 1988.

Good for the articles.

Come on, little man, finish up.

You don't have

to write it a poem.

I'm gonna go in

the kitchen sink.

Kelsey, we sat you down today

because we want to

talk to you about.

Something very important.

First off, what happens

in Penthouse

does not happen in real life.

It never looks that good.

You don't want to

get a girl pregnant

before you're...

Um... In love with her.

And ready to start

a life with her.

Yes.

And each time you have

sex, you are risking...

Marriage.

- You put this...

- You put this on...

On that.

Why would you put

that on a banana?

No, not on the banana...

You put this on your...

On your... body...

You can't ask me to marry you

because I'm your waitress,

and I have other

customers to serve.

And I don't serve

them... in that way.

You sure?

Okay sure, let's do it.

Let's get married.

Really? That's...

No. F*** off.

Come on, bud.

- You know it's only a metaphor, right?

- Yeah.

I thought it was nice imagery.

Flowers in my garden

Birds in all the trees

This is where I am rooted

Still I've got to leave

Yes I must be cut down

Yes I've got to go far

For bread and wine

I'll extoll the meek

And sainted wings

In every keep

Chopping changing Roman girl

Plopping laughing cockney man

I'm in the small things

with the bloom

And you can't

give me any news

Except the small things

that you need

Will be around you

when you listen

And it will be peculiar

That we're on this

long trodden earth

And we might be familiar

Were it not for them

that gave us birth

And were it not a separation

Cut of binding congregation

The eyes we're given

give us sight

Of one another in the light

And in the doorway

of a dark cafe

And Just before I fall asleep

And dream of you

And wait to find you

in another day

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