The news and Skylab

   
   "The news and Skylab"

  She didn't like Scotch.  And could never purchase an Irishman a birthday present. How to gift wrap an entire bar?  You'd need an advanced degree in architecture; plus, help from Santa's little slippery elves.  Regardless, she was sexxa.  A pulsating piece of Tang--better than the astronauts drank in the 1970's.  Whatever happened to Skylab?  She had a stamp collection.  Skylab was a major part of it; indeed, the Skylab stamp was mystical.  Eating weird astronaut ice cream and noticing the effects of gravity gone on its ass backwards.  
   He was the weather man.  It was always coming from Canada.  The cold shit.  Canadians, sitting up there, throned above our scepter of contagion, where we shoot people with guns and the roaming journalist cleans up the Sherlock pieces.  Agatha had a better detective.  Still, the chaos of a sideline flunky covering the high school football game.  Again:  Concussions.  Don't let your boys play American football soccer moms--that's what it implied.
   And just like us--the news people enjoyed the carnal act of sex.  Whatever.