Colossal earth-shaking meteor to sink California!!!

Dad: I was reading last month's issue of Playboy magazine and it reminded me of an article I read in Hustler where the scientists so-called were pooh-poohing this major new meteor that was going to miss earth by 300,000 miles and blah-blah-blah and so there's no reason to panic so go on with your lives fucking the Whore! It really makes you wonder why the damned sytemites are so damned blind! Well, God's going to sock it to them and I'm praying that God puts a little "english" on this meteor so that it DOESN'T miss the earth. I'm praying it hits Los Angeles California right during rush hour! Whoooo-eee! Wouldn't that wake up those damn systemites!

David takes a long glugging swig from the sherry bottle, then bursts into excited vomiting and what sounds like a mixture of Russian and gyspy languages. "Behold! Wherefore therefore wouldst thou doubt that even so shall it be as thy father David hath foretold. Even so shall it be as I have said shall it be done."

Maria: Wow! That was beautiful. What does it mean?

Abrahim: Pay no heed to the drunken rantings of thy father David, who wallows in his own puke as they that are deranged and ought to be put in a straight-jacket.

Maria: What? What did you say?

Dad: Wow! Did you hear that encouraging word from the Lord? God's going to send that meteorite to strike California and send it right into the sea! That's what they deserve! (Dad laughs long and loud, almost hysterically pounding the bed in a drrunken rage, then picks up the sherry bottle and whispers:) They call me the Abominable Snowman, the dirty old man of the mountain, because I like to take all the little girls up the my cave on Mt. Jungfrau and kiss their titties. But they don't understand. They don't understand that I am Don Quixote, the man of La Mancha! And I was with the gypsies when they went to the Czar.

Maria: Wow. This is all so mysterious? Are you Otano too?

Dad drinks another bottle of sherry, then passes out on the floor in a great blubbering heap. "I have done my part sweet honey-baby. I've prayed for them. Is it enough? Is it enough? No, it is never enough."

Suddenly Dad sits up, belches and then says, "My mother brought out a knife on a silver platter and said she would cut off my penis if I didn't stop masturbating. Some of these modern psychologists so-called blah blah would say that my entire sex revolution was a reaction to that trauma, that I was rebelling against my mother by going as far the opposite way as I could.

Maria: Is that true? I mean--

Dad: Of course not! But (ha ha ha ha. Laughs long and loud, almost hysterically.) But wine is like truth juice, it eases the pain of thy father and looses his tongue to speak the truth. That's why I dreamed of sex with my mother, don't you know? She didn't even want me to masturbate, so I dreamed of having sex with her in heaven? Don't you know? Oh sweet baby, sherry marinates my mind and looses my tongues and the bowels of my heart and then I tell you everything. Do you want to hear some more secrets?

Maria: Oh yes! Oh yes! Let me bring you more wine.