Lio by Mark Tatulli for January 03, 2013

Not Cybil’s thing, baby!

Ahh, Cybil, pouring down the old agave juice, ehh?Lio, just enjoy reading Doc Seuss and don’t expect it to correspond to your reality!

Different hat. Different cat.

Wrong cat for that.

Cybil drinks booze – the Cat in the Hat trips on LSD.

Cybil is getting is getting Suessed.

Gato borracho.

Well, what can I say to all this, except…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_z7d6dBDfc

How much tequila did I drink last night?It’s really anybody’s guess.Poured them so fast,I couldn’t keep them in the glass,But this morning I sure am a mess.My head is four or five times its normal sizeAnd I got this big old cactus stuck between my eyes.I can’t recall a single thing I did or saidOr the names of all these people sleeping in this bed.

Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how, tell me how,Tell me how much tequila did I drink last night?

How did I get these cuts and bruises all over my body?I must have fallen down somehow.I believe it had something to do with karate— It’s all coming back to me now.I was standing in a bar with King Kong’s cousin,He must have been seven foot three.His elbow gave me a bump, and so I said “Hey, chump,Would you like to step outside with me?”

Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how, tell me how,Tell me how much tequila did I drink last night?

My mouth is filled with cotton and my brain is sore.I left last night’s dinner on this morning’s floor.My stomach is swollen and my eyeballs shrunk.I drank so much that my hair got drunk.I see a big old worm about ten feet longHallucinating purple cows.Somebody moved the furniture while I was gone.

Uh oh, this is not my house.I could call us a taxi on the telephoneIf I only knew where we are.I guess I’m gonna have to drive myself back homeAs soon as I can find the car.

Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how, tell me how,Tell me how much tequila did I drink last night?

Lio has a bookworm, Cybil has an agave worm!

A disconnect between literature and reality.

lio wrong type of hat.

Well, obviously Ishy would be Thing 1. We’ll have to work on Thing 2.

Tequila makes her fur fall off.

So much for the Cat in the Hat.

Cybils’ gonna be going thing 1 and 2 in the cat box any minute now.

Dr. Seuss meets Hunter S. Thompson…

mentally sings “In Spanish, el gato in a sombrero…”

one tequila, two techila, th’ee tecchhilla, FLOOR