Monday, March 10, 2008
Spitzer gespitzt
This has been a hard week for Polistra. Now hearing about the gloriously abundantly richly deserved crash of Comrade Eliot Spitzer makes it all worthwhile.
Singing: "Client, client number nine, pumping down the whorehouse line ....."
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Incidentally, here are the first two verses of that old Roger Miller song:
ENGINE, ENGINE NUMBER NINE
(Roger Miller)
Engine, engine number nine
Coming down the railroad line
How much farther back did she get off.
Old brown suitcase that she carried.
I've looked for it ev'rywhere.
It just ain't here among the rest
And I'm a little upset, yes... tell me
Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a diff'rence;
I don't think she loves me anymore.
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Where's Paul Shanklin on this one? It's just too perfect. ¶ 1:02 PM
This has been a hard week for Polistra. Now hearing about the gloriously abundantly richly deserved crash of Comrade Eliot Spitzer makes it all worthwhile.
Singing: "Client, client number nine, pumping down the whorehouse line ....."
= = = = =
Incidentally, here are the first two verses of that old Roger Miller song:
ENGINE, ENGINE NUMBER NINE
(Roger Miller)
Engine, engine number nine
Coming down the railroad line
How much farther back did she get off.
Old brown suitcase that she carried.
I've looked for it ev'rywhere.
It just ain't here among the rest
And I'm a little upset, yes... tell me
Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line,
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a diff'rence;
I don't think she loves me anymore.
= = = = =
Where's Paul Shanklin on this one? It's just too perfect. ¶ 1:02 PM
