Wow, what a show. Went to this concert last night - the mighty Ted Nugent! Outspoken, outrageous, obscene, but boy can that guy play the guitar! Screamin' b-jesus sounds comin' outta that axe. Cat Scratch Fever, baby. Just don't let him start talkin' - play that guitar instead, man! Now I remember why I have long hair. Ah, yes - wang dang sweet poon-tang (but there wasn't enough of this last night, too many boys). The key word here is MACHO. A part of me IS Ted Nugent. The part that wants to rip someone's head off, string him up Hannibal Lector style on the wall for all to see, and eat my enemy's entrails. I'd start with their liver ... then the intestines. No light stuff here. If you go to Ted's show be ready to stomach anything and drink lotsa beer with biker-types. A meat-lover's delight. Raunchy and Rrrrockin' all night long ...
Wango-Tango, -Todd