All the amateurs from here to a trailer park near you.
Sounds Like
a glass of wine crashing to the floor of a debutant's ball and Fitzgerald eating all the leftovers. vaudeville are my roots and the street is the only place i get any rest. yes i meant "are."
Beginning in the late '40s, newspaper reports introduced the public to Cigar as a volatile bully who verbally and physically attacked others, from busboys and bartenders to movie stars and columnists. The House Un-American Activities Committee labeled him a Communist sympathizer and forced him to come to Washington. He's since been sent to New York where he now performs Tuesday nights to a crowd of one cocktail waitress who gives him a drink on the house, but not before buying the first two.
In 2008 JONNY CIGAR RAN FOR PRESIDENT
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THE TIME FOR CHANGE WAS THEN.
HEALTHCARE REFORM.
THE IRS.
WAR.
GLOBAL WARMING.
RED ALERT.
IMMIGRATION.
SEX.
Jonny Cigar is the centerpiece of The Traveling Saloon - a live radio show broadcast from a Saloon near you. abstractions in their finest hours. the american songbook sung like no other american in the history of america. laughs you cannot help but keep to yourself.
Original work includes: Jonny Cigar Superstar; A Day in the Death of Jonny, Letters From an American in Paris; A christmas spectacular; So it goes: a war spectacular; Singin' To Empty Tables; Singin' To Empty Tables...Again; The Sickness Unto Death, Dyin' Crapshooter Blues et al.
Yeah, Jonny, I sold out and headed back north to Boston, where tea is dumped into the river and baseball hooligans run the town. It would have been grand to live in Brooklyn but alas, I went bankrupt. So I guess I didn't technically "sell out." You are a genius. I mean, a slut.
I'm over you. no i'm not. i am. i don't know. this is so hard. i wish we could just start all over again with butter and a frying pan. and the little ones. and obama. call me anytime except time any me call.
Do I miss you? How's this as an answer: I've been stealing avacados in the jungles of Spain and climbing up mountains to peer at the sunset over the Mediteranean hopping onto ferries to cross the Straight of Gibraltar running away from men named Mohammed in Tangier. And drinking wine. Vino tinto to be exact. Lot's of it for cheap.
If I vote for you, you must make it a law that tapas be served in all places that serve alcohol along with each drink you order.
I actually had no idea that you and the Mr had a date already. We live together, we don't talk together. Jeez. Plus I'm not allowed to hang out with Jeremy in public because I say things that embarrass him like "honey, you look so cute with a dildo in your butt, will you pass the salt?" So thus far I'm not invited to any lunches or dinners. But I will try to behave myself, win up some brownie points and then maybe I will you you in 2008 at the republican convention!!!
Oh, and to answer your question, I'm good, doing muchos yoga. I'm glad you joined the tax-free party- it's where all the cool kids are.
Long time no Cigar! (Bill Clinton style cigar, of course.) Yeah, so I'm gunna move to the big fruit in like, february or something. You better be there still, sipping on scotch and screaming insults at random, unsuspecting strangers.
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