The Ladies and the Muzak

I know what you’re all thinking, “What the frank is Tony Spunk doing up at 8am on a Monday morning?”  Well people, I haven’t been to bed yet so, hey ho.

Seems Veronica and I hit a little bump in the road, my good buddies. She was a live wire for sure, but hey, a guy isn’t a robot, am I correct? After a few days of bending over my armchair on demand she started holding out for some monetary rewards, like a diamond tennis bracelet or some French perfume. Tony Spunk ain’t made of benjamins, girl! So finally I decided it was probably best to bail.

Ok, technically, I think she sort of made the decision herself when she ran off and fucked Bald Bob the magician inside his magic tent. The guy truly is a magician if he managed to satisfy that little spitfire. Still, he’s fairly loaded in the financial department, if not the hair department, so they should be ok.

Me, I think it’s time to move on and concentrate on some new tunes. I’ve been pumping my organ big time since Thursday so I’m quite exhausted. Managed to squeeze out a few though. Tunes I mean. Some Perry Como and Bing Crosby I was learning for the old coots I entertain on Wednesdays. They like the old style oldies best. Most of them still think ‘Chicago’ are punk rock and if I tried to sneak a little loungeified Ricky Martin onto my organ, some old dear would have a coronary for sure.

Anyways, not much changes in this neon town.

Another post later when I’ve caught up on some zzzs and am sober again. I know.  You just can’t wait.

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4 Responses to The Ladies and the Muzak

  1. BeckEye says:

    So, do you hang out with Richard Cheese?

  2. tonyspunk says:

    Lovely lady, I see what you did there. I know a few dudes who should go by that moniker, sure.

  3. katrocket says:

    Win over the old coots with some Jack Jones. He’s fabulous.

    Also, I would like to meet this Pedro you speak of.

  4. tonyspunk says:

    Miss Rocket, Tony already croons some Jack Jones on occasion. There’s nothing the ladies dig more than a little “If a picture paints a thousand words then why can’t I paint you?” Sometimes “I Wanna Make it With You” comes in useful too.

    Pedro is a stud in frills. Sure, he may look frilly in that ruffled shirt but his cobra is impressive. Not that I’m a homo or nothin’, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

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