a fateful trip it was! I went down to Acapulco

a fateful trip it was! I went down to Acapulco on the run. Old fat gut had the goods and then we ended up at Rose Marie's. She was all for fun, but didn't tolerate any brawls, well

that's alright, I told her. I'd been traveling all night. All I wanted to do was to put on my blue suede shoes and call it a day. Rose Marie asked, "Would would ya say

if I sang you a tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?" Rosa Marie looked at me. I looked at her. Then down at my blue suede shoes. She was just a devil in a blue dress.

With a wiggling walk and a giggling talk she made the world go round, round, round. She made me act so funny and spend my money. But baby, she knew what I liked!

I invited her in for coffee. "Howdya like it - strong, medium or weak?" "I like my men like a like my coffee - average. Medium please." Now I had to work out how my expresso machin

-e could make that. Then I recalled a café in Missouri with no coffee, just "café Américain" which was watered down espresso. She became alarmed as my Expresso machine and I began

wildly convulsing. "Excuse me, sir!" She screeched above the noise, "Please, could you get your espresso machine and yourself under control!" I looked at her in disgust. What are y

You playing at. Don't you know a man and his expresso machine are quite close and went everywhere together, banging and making such a noise that Mr Deft snake heard

everything...and I mean EVERYTHING, including the banging. It was embarrassing, really. Not the banging so much as how the man referred to it as his EX-presso machine.

I stepped away from the wall. I'd had enough of eavesdropping on my neighbors. Slumping back into my old brown Lazy-Boy,I clicked on TVLand for Sanford & Son. I really need a life.