Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

where's monica when you need her?

My sister, working at a toy store, once had a manager.  When the dude found himself abused at the hands of some angry female customer, he could be heard to say,  "where's Johnny Wadd when you need him?"  A bumper sticker leads to a rewrite leads to a reminiscence.  Ain't life groovy?

The bumper sticker was a plea to "bring back Monica."  I enjoy humor, even potentially political jokes. 

In Virginia, we only lived a piece down the road from the infamous penis slicer.  I was listening to the radio that morning.  Mirthful DJs dutifully advised us to keep a look out for a disembodied wank.  Harhar.  Humor.

Of course, Howard Stern was fired from his DC gig when he called Air Florida and asked for a one-way ticket to the fourteenth streeth bridge.  The Greaseman was fired from DC for his MLK classic - kill four more and get a whole week off.  Oh, the funny never ends.

HR Puffenstuff.  The world was a different place and not so different.  Those of us who can boast of being doctors of law know this crew for the hurting they put on Mayor McCheese.  Lidsville was instrumental in the bashing.  Apparently, everyone used to be on drugs.  Now look what Nancy hath wrought.

The first Nancy for me is Madame Friday.  Few people can lay claim to personal responsibility for significant portions of my thought - Nancy didn't provide answers but rather gave me the evidence and her take on everything - there is much wisdom in her secret garden.

Malinov

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