Having not read anything at all since the World Cup started, I don't have a Friday Dinner Party Conversation Stopper today unless you want to clamber over the wine glasses and stand in the middle of the roast duck and yell "olé, olé, olé olé,...!"
Here's today's google poem instead:
Water moving upstream
like a checkout line scanner.
Pocatello John Dewey
the Nude boy, Wankboy, olé-allez...
I have always been regretting
Mullahs and a sound truck,
Police, teachers, Oaxaca.