Many years later, as he faced the firing squad...
...he -- Chief Yananda as Mr. Sage, Sr. -- quietly farted...
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad...
...he -- Chief Yananda as Mr. Sage, Sr. -- quietly farted...
In a village of La Mancha...
...Che, an ailing vole, a lama...
...with only months to live, preached to his fellow lemmings a religion fusing Cuban Marxism with Tibetan spiritual practices...
If sailor tales to sailor tunes...
...fail to start one's isle-air soul...
...then wtf...?
I am packing my belongings...
...Ma -- locking penis in gym bag...
Look the other way, won't you, please, Mother, 'til I'm finished...?
It was a bright cold day in April...
...what AI call'd "a boy's tiring drip"...
...just how tiring the drip could become young Winston would discover all too soon...
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad... ...he -- Chief Yananda as Mr. Sage, Sr. -- quietly farted...