Anniversary of the October Revolution
Happy anniversary! Remember our first kiss? You, me, the baby carriage rolling down the stairs, gunshots in the distance, the soft touch of my tongue against the delicate gag-reflex nerve ganglia at the back of your throat...
We used to say, "when the revolution comes, so-and-so will be the first one up against the wall." Well, baby, let's drink to the wall, that old, fluid-stained wall. Maybe some day we'll meet there again.
Until then, happy anniversary and bottoms up!