SISTERS OF MERCY, PART TWO

I got these two girl friends, see, and they live together, see, and they are really GREAT girl friends.
I have known them for many years, but had lost track of them until recently.
I have taken to calling them the "Sisters of Mercy" after a Leonard Cohen song.

I really don’t know how I would have gotten through this last several months without them.
They take me dancing and when Kim gets out on the floor, she has this cute little Pony-tail that bounces around like you wouldn’t believe.
The there is Jo and when she starts dancin’ she looks like a Memphis Showgirl on a Riverboat.
And they don’t seem to mind the way I dance too much cuz they only say "No" every now and then. Actually, they don't say no at all.
I dance kind of funny sometimes. It takes some getting used too, dancing with me.

And they like to drink that Gran Marnier which makes em really taste good when you kiss ‘em, but they don’t let me kiss ‘em too much.
I’m always the designated driver because my program tells me that Alcohol is a Drug, and besides, I have a blast just being stone-cold sober.
I call ‘em the “Sisters of Mercy” they are so nice to me.
They have a cousin, and I want to make her a Sister of Mercy too!

Anyway, I have also taken on a roommate. He’s a young kid from my NA program, and he needs a job and a place to live and I have all this room since my kids are gone so I have agreed to put him up for a week or two.
I tell him I’m not around much…I spend a lot of time at the “Sisters of Mercy”
I say
“I won’t be home tonight, I’ll be over at the “Sisters of Mercy”
He will call me and ask where I am.
‘Oh, I’m just over at the Sisters of Mercy, I’ll be home after dinner. We'er having Szechuan Chicken!”

So Sunday morning when I woke up on the couch over at the Sisters house ( we had been out Saturday night and had quite a time), and went to go crawl into Kims bed and lurch over her and wake her up like I like to do, I wasn’t really surprised to find she had locked her door!
So I went over to Jo’s room and she had her door barricaded as well!
See, they are real nice to me, but they are not THAT nice.

Then my Telephone rang and I answered it.
It was the kid, my roommate, his name is Ken.
‘Where are you?” he asks.
“Oh, I’m here at the “Sisters of Mercy.”
Up to that point I didn’t realize that I hadn’t really told him about the Sisters and who they were and what we did.
So he asks
“Sisters of Mercy? What the hell is that, Steve? Some kind of Church?”
I looked at the two barricaded bedroom doors and said

‘May as well be Ken, may as well be!”