No Hope

Tickling those … ivories. Wait, what did you think I was gonna say?

Man, they just can’t keep a piano player in this whorehouse, can they?

Doesn’t seem to have hurt business, though. And maybe Jared can try singing whenever he’s not serving up that old-fashioned love. Give those rug burns a chance to heal, son.

 

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6 Responses to “No Hope”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Seems like the cabinet, present and past members of the Orange Sphincter’s (thanks Colbert) gang, might be singing in a new venue.

  2. Mark Rothschild Says:

    …Hopeless Hicks

  3. Gary Burmette Says:

    Har-de-har-har!

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