On my recent trip to Georgia, I ran into ex soviet premier Michael Gorbachev.
Looking spritely as always, he looked spritely. As always.
DS: So Gorby, what you been up to killa?
Gorby: Surfing
DS: the internet?
Gorby: No, the internet. (laughter) But seriously, I've been planning my next economy. (laughter)
DS: what about the children?
Gorby: They will eat on thursdays
DS: And on Friday?
Gorby: Teens will eat. (laughter)
DS: Any regrets?
Gorby: I never got to meet Ronald Reagan
DS: But-
Gorby: I'm kidding. (laughter)
DS: Let's turn to more serious matters. The Kentucky Derby approaches. Who is your horse?
Gorby: Smashmouth Tuna Horse to show.
DS: Tight!
Gorby: It can't miss. I'd bet my pants.
DS: If you had pants! (laughter)
Gorby: What's going on in America these days?
DS: intractable wars, rising gas prices, unprecedented natural disasters, Tom and Katie had a baby...
Gorby: I wish I had it so good.
DS: I know.
Gorby: I know too.
DS: Me 3! (laughter)
DS: So Gorby, let's get serious. In 1991, some thugs kidnapped you and tried to say that they were in charge. They hated your breath, yes... But they forgot one key ingredient
Gorby: russian sausage pie? (laughter)
DS: yeah- NO!!! Get serious. they forgot that you had a drunk buddy- Yeltsin.
Gorby: Yes! Oh that man. Few people realize this, but he was a drunk lunatic, and his shit was a poopy mess.
DS: this interview is over.
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3 comments:
hecka funny
F'ing brilliance! it shines. it shines! so brigggggghtly!!!
In the words of Freud: outSTANDing
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