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Honey, I’m on my way!
Blog Guy, you know that place in Siberia you say is the goofiest place on earth? I think you call it Wackytown, and you organize tours there.
Sure. Krasnoyarsk. There’s no other place like it. You should come with us. What are you looking for?
Well, this is kind of delicate. I like to go where I can find a little honey, if you take my meaning. I love my wife, but, you know…
Wait. Um, are we talking about…
You’re a man of the world, Blog Guy. Do I have to spell it out? I need something sweet, if you catch my drift … Does Wackytown have what I’m looking for?
I believe they do. I can arrange an introduction for you to the Honey Club over there.
Drinking in bed, in an ocean of red…
Blog Guy, what happened? You kind of left us hanging. You were about to crown a new Queen of the Entire World a couple of weeks ago, and it was down to two candidates.
Remember? One was in a giant feathered headdress and the other was just back from the longest Ash Wednesday service in history.
Yes, I do remember. We interviewed both of them and it turned out they didn’t have the three things we look for in a Queen of the Entire World.
Really? What are they?
Red satin sheets, red bikini, red wine.
Maybe it would help if you made those assets clear to all the contestants.
Hey Mr. B! You could move back to that city and start a herb-growing business.
Imagine it – Basler’s Basel Basil, by the bagful.
Merlot on the go?
Blog Guy, like many of your readers I’m looking for a new and interesting career. I like to drive, I like retail work, and I enjoy making people happy. Any ideas?
I may have just the thing. How would you like to drive a van around and stop to sell wine to people?
That could be fun. Folks must be happy to see the Wine Mobile arrive, right?
Exactly! Sort of the Good Humor man for grown-ups!
Where would I drive this Wine Mobile?
You know, the usual places. Indianapolis, Kokomo, Evansville, Chernobyl…
There was a time when I wouldnt try wine..
not even with friends, when we sat to dine..
Then one fine days, someone poured me a Proseco..
and I sipped, the taste pleasing me mucho!
So, I think, when we board the wine-a-bago…
we definitely have to carry this precious cargo..
and bring it to the nearly inhabited village
near Chernobyl, so they dont feel the embargo…
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@Shra – lol!