Date: July 31st, 2009 12:47 AM Author: Ruddy Crackhouse Roast Beef
There was me, that is Spackler, and my three droogs, that is Solzy, Jewdood, and Whokebe, and we sat in the Korova MuscleMilkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova MuscleMilkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus creatine or DHEA or GABA, which is what we were drinking. This would tighten you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-deadlift.
Date: July 31st, 2009 1:18 AM Author: Ruddy Crackhouse Roast Beef
Carl: One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old distance runner, jogging away at the filthy songs of his fathers iPod and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old Kanye album in his stinking, rotten earbuds. I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like Pensive was.
Carl: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!