Just got home from a Pink Floyd gig. The Guaranteed Irish 'Floyd. More later...
Tried three taxis before I found one guaranteed not to be Irish. The presence of an Irishman in each driver's seat was a giveaway.
The fourth car mercifully was driven my a Nigerian, who was not Irish. We discussed the witch hunt gravely. He promised to send me some pictures of GIT taxis. And also some other racial material he had procured.
He said he'd share this blog with some other "progressive brothers". By "others", I assume, he meant cats like me and him.
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