October 21, 2006
Fads, Irish Lads And Dirty Knee Pads

Hi all. Once upon a time a played a few gigs with a drummer named Brian, who was dumber than a box of rocks, and he had a girlfriend named Shannon, and they used to get drunk with much whiskey and they'd scream at each other, "You're a bitch!" "You're an asshole!" and it went on and on, but that really has NOTHING to do with this story ...

Today I was having breakfast with two beautiful dancers (yum-yum, will explain later ...) when the letterbox on me door went flappedy-flap and a nice big letter popped through it. I had no idea from which country it came, what with all the strange stamps and assorted stickers and stuff on it. Postmarked from SHANNON. It was from Ireland! From the Wiseguys with ties! (see previous tale, "3 Guys With Ties and a Wiseguy") What strange scribblings they did send ... But enough carrying on about sexxxygirls, lads! Now I know that those guys are TOTALLY INSANE ... but thanks for yer (burp) out-there comments boys! Luck o' the Irish, indeed! Peace. -Todd

PS - we STILL need more cowbell ...

Posted by calico at October 21, 2006 06:35 AM
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