Saturday, February 10, 2007

A Love Story In Three Pictures

I received this in an email from a Cubano friend who plays wicked timbales and still thinks fondly of Fidel. We disagree on the wonderfulness of Fidel, but his timbales will make you forget his politics and move your hips involuntarily in ways that mimic extremely gratifying sex. That's my kind of drummer folks.



(we meet, the dance begins, shy glances across the table become knowing and carniverous looks)



(we touch in public, only we can taste the bite and sting from the spice of knowing that what we do is wrong)



(at last, under oath, the awful truth is told)


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4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BRUTAL!

- oddjob

1:15 PM  
Anonymous amish451 said...

I doubt I will ever get out of my head the statement from a black comic who said, "Condoleeza ...where evil met ugly....", and Bush was not in the equation ....

4:03 PM  
Blogger litbrit said...

That's absolutely brilliant.

HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!

Thank you for a much-needed laugh.

5:10 PM  
Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

we are needing something to laugh at. they are all so smugly serious and convinced of their own importance. at most of our traditional festivals we have a roving band of sacred clowns called "mud-heads." they are much like the fools of old. they have absolute and total freedom to say or do anything they wish. they take special delight in pointing out the silliness of self importance. they were always my favorites growing up.

11:08 PM  

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