As it’s his birthday, our old roving photo-hound friend, Gary, is the subject of today’s Quotelet. Here he is during his Epixome rounds with the lovely Houston Rockets Power Dancers (cheerleaders). Send him your best, your jibes and your best jibes. I never told you this, but I’m extremely impressed with the way you saw that flailing business and massive debt through to the level of success/trim you’ve reached today. So yeah – fuck you, birthday buddy.
“Houston? We have a massive erection.”
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man pulling on his fuse when he gets alone
In retrospect, it should have read:
I’m not the man – they think I am a homo
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man pulling on his fuse when he gets alone
Houston ain’t the kind of place to hit on whoores,
In fact it’s hot as hell.
And there’s no one there to protect them from Puppa if you did,
And all this whooring I don’t understand.
It’s just my job five days a week,
A rocket man, a rocket man.
Damn, I’ve had Rocket Man stuck in my head all week because of this quotelet. Where the hell is Shatner in all of this?