THAT (that) wrote,

Oh, Don't Ask Why

I got my motorcycle today! W00T!

And I picked up a cheap but good-sounding ukulele...

...and so my diabolical plan proceeds apace. Because I've got my finger on the pulse of the entertainment market and I can smell the Next Big Thing. It's a chubby guy in his 40's with a beard, riding from town to town on a motorcycle, singing old cabaret songs.

It's foolproof, I tell you. What could possibly go wrong?

I will concede this much to current trends: I need some clothes. Showbiz is all about the clothes. So I gotta get on that. As soon as I figure out the chords to this Brecht & Weill number...

Oh, show us the way to the next whisky bar...

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