What Fresh Hell is This?

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Today is Dorothy Parker’s birthday. In her honor, I plan to do no housework, knock back some vicodan and recite my favorite Parker ode:
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
a medley of extemporanea;
and love is a thing that can never go wrong.
And I am Marie of Romania.
This is not Miss Parker. It is a glorious cycle of something or the other.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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  1. Mistress MJ's fave Dorothy Parker poem…

    I like to have a martini,
    Two at the very most.
    After three I'm under the table,
    after four I'm under my host.

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  2. Razors pain you. Rivers are damp. Acid stains you. Drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful. Nooses give.
    Gas smells awful. You might as well live.

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