All my notes and comments on the tasting are lost in the hubdub and shuffle that followed the attack. Who in their right mind could believe this????Or even dreamscape something like this up????
While standing and chatting, glass in hand, sampling the Maharaja's offering, a friggin' dart goes whizzing by the Maharaja's head.
It just missed hitting him!!
Imagine a dart striking at the Maharaja, and hitting him in the bindi! Good God!!! All his wisdom spills out. All his life experiences empty out onto the floor of my laundry room. Total Desecration of Sanctified Memories. (whether noble or sin).
Am I Channeling Rod Stewart and the Twilight Zone!!!
A right handed blue glove grabs the Maharaja by the neck and wrestles him towards a sink 1/2 filled with dirty water. Once the glove has him in the waters he tries to drown him.
Surely, Providence was in the room. I was able to grab the Maharaja's shoulder, shake him free of the blue glove and hoist him to fresh air and a dry spot.
The glove we impaled with the wayward dart. Stricken it collapsed like a pin pricked balloon.
My guest, the Maharaja, regained his composure and shared what was left of his gift: Imperial India Pale Ale.
Exactly what Avery boy and girl would like to try.
Oh, yeah, I forgot, it tasted wicked good.
posted by Joe for Brenda Hilda of the North Sea
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