Thursday, November 27, 2008


I woke up on the couch here at the Sisters of Mercy house. Its Thanksgiving morning.
I dreamed that I started a Brick Company.
Our best selling Brick was called "The Ali".
It had the fistprint of Muhammed Ali on it.
It was made out of Cassius Clay.


Minx said...

That's a very concrete idea - your name will go down in mortar-ality.

soubriquet said...

Mo' ham, Ed? he asked, raising his plate...

soubriquet said...

You know about camels and bricks?

Well, this traveller visits the camel merchant to purchase a camel on which to cross the great sand desert.
They discuss his needs, and settle upon a sturdy male camel, the dealers goes through the pre-delivery check, then fuels it up by leading it to a deep trough, at which it drinks greedily, eventually stopping, and belching contentedly... "There", says the dealer, six days of water on board, "gives you a range as far the broken rock"..... "OH NO!" cries the purchaser, "I need ten days, because i must go beyond the rock, beyond the mountains, to the very salt sea itself!"
"No trouble, says the dealer, We'll brick the camel". " Brick the camel? What's that?" asks the customer.
"IBRAHIM!!!!! the merchant shouts, "Bring the bricks!"
A young boy approaches, carrying two bricks.
The dealer motions the boy to hold the camel's head, low, lips in the water....... As it bends, it straddles its hind legs...exposing its tender, pendulous parts...The dealer marches up behind, arms wide, a brick in each hand... and....CLAPS THEM TOGETHER AROUND THE CAMEL'S BALLS!
The poor beast takes a great, wounded, bellowing, breath, hoovering up the entire troughful of water....
"There you go, a full twelve days!"

"Oh my god that's awful, cries the traveller, staring at the bellowing camel. "Doesn't it hurt terribly?"
"No" said the dealer, smiling..

"Only if you catch your thumbs".

MikeTheWaiterDotCom said...

all these clever people and all I can say is happy thanksgiving...very amusing ... thank you!
peace, mw

Anonymous said...

Again I totally enjoyed your posts. We're not so different you & I. We both are dreaming crazy stuff ( dreamed a famous football player came over to my house to watch TV. He sat on the couch and kept on talking and tálking while in the end I just wanted to get some shut-eye so I had to kick him out); I drink like a sponge shop (but it causes no harm and I don't like Meetings, let alone step-programs) and I too ride a bike to work most of the time. Love the bike! Hope you had a good T-day.

Martijn Anonymous

Bullet Holes is a very cool name, by the way.

GEWELS said...

Did you at least help the Sisters of Mercy roast their bird?
Hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving, Bulletholes. I'm thankful I know you.

Anonymous said...

Cassius Clay .... so that's what put the acme in the Acme Brick company ......

Beep-beep ..Long live the Road Runner.
Quack, Quack!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, Es! ...I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay. I said fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come. Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay, you better run...

bulletholes said...

Minx, where the hell have you been? I feel like I've been Boy-cotted!
Souby, do you know the one about the Camel that needs Strokes?

Hey mike, good to know you. Happy Thanksgiving!

hEY Martijn! Riding the bike is like a freedom I've never known!
When you say football, do you mean American Football?

Gewels, I did the whole deal with the Sisters. I was great! i CAN still cook.

Hey rod, Happy T-Day!

pet, I still have to wonder where these dreams come from! its like I should sleepwalk my way into a comedy club or something!

Anonymous said...

When I say football I do mean football. We call it football, the English call it football, why can't everybody agree to call it football? I know you call the game soccer. It's darned confusing, but I can't bring myself to call American football football -- where the foot is hardly used when playing and the object of play can hardly be called a ball since it's clearly not ball shaped. No, in my dream I got visited by Johan Cruyff, who in the 70's was the best soccer player ever. Cruyff is some sort of urban philosopher, just as Ali. Him, Ali, I wouldn't have kicked out! He's fantastic. But Johan Cruyff talked bollocks and had to go.


bulletholes said...

Martijn! i heard a quote last week that i think sparked my was john lennon of the Beatles telling Ali that:
"The more real you get, the less real everyone else gets"

leslie said...

Ow. Ow. Ow. It hurts. Ow.

David Kanigan said...

Brick Company! Imagine that!