...the sweetest flower that grows/ You may search everywhere, but none can compare....
I'm here at Crazy Ray's, where Ray will give you a hundred bucks for any heap you can drive, push, or entice by sorcery to his lot. It's three blocks from the landfill. It's an industrial area, and none too pretty.
But what I smell is wild honeysuckle and sweet briar rose.
Ain't the beer cold, hon? *
(Wild Irish Rose; traditional Celtic)
3 comments:
Crazy Ray's... his honeysuckle smell is INSANE!!!
$100...for real? I would almost feel guilty to take that for my car.
Cat- Well, when they charge me $125 for a used alternator, I think they're ripping me off. The tires alone...
Mike- If you think Ray's honeysuckle's insane, you should get a whiff of his armpits.
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