The Middle East. He takes one mouthful and screams:”Garbage God damn it.Cook this wise citizen in his own swill!”

And so the legend of A.J. the laughable, lovable eccentric grew and grew. . . Fadeout to Venice. . .
Gondoliers singing and pathic cries swell up from San Marco and Harry’s.
Charming old Venetian anecdote about this bridge, it seems some Venetian sailors take a trip around the world and all turn into fruits they fuck the cabin boy already, so when they get back to Venice it is necessary women walk over this bridge with their lungs hanging out to arous the deisres of these dubious citizens.So get a battalion of shock troops up to San Marco on the double.
“Girls,, this is O.A.O, Operation All Out. If your tits won’t stop them bring up your cunts and confound these faggots.”
“Oh Gertie it’s true. It’s all true. They’ve got a horrid gash instead of a thrilling thing.”
” I can’t face it.”
“Enough to turn a body to stone.”
Paul spoke wiser than he know being a really evil old shit when he talks about men lying with men doing that which is inconvenient. Inconvenient is the word.
So who want to trip over a cock on the way to a cunt, and when a citizen get the yen to hump a gash, some evil stranger rush in and do that which is inconvenient to his ass.
A.J. rush across San Marco slashing at pigeons with a cutlass: “Bastards! Sons of a bitches!” he screams. . .