Tuesday, February 27, 2007

More Steve-o than you can shake a stick at

Saw the awesome Rings of June last night at the cavernous Horseshoe Tavern, site of such musical dabblers as The Police and Rolling Stones…

It was the first time I heard them with a kick-ass sound system behind them. ‘Wow!’ is all I can say.

Doctor Lock is the gregarious bass player and he requested another Steve-o entry. After that fine performance – it’s the least I can do. Here you go, Doc.

Hello Bill. How are you? Oh, you’ve got some kind of anal leakage? Some clear substance? Oh really?

Just a fool to believe
She is thinking of Steve
She’s like my sack

These eggs are made for dippin’
But that’s not what they’ll do
One of these days these eggs
Are gonna have a freakin’ cow.

Last week on Prison Break,
My nut-sack is on fire.

Zoiks Scoob! Far out!

I love my pastitsies
I’m singing like Melissa Ethridge
‘Cause she’s so ditzy

What am I doing with the vacuum cleaner? Well, I thought I’d sit on my folding chair outside your bedroom door and shoot turds out of it. Maybe you can catch them with your lacrosse batons… What…? Lacrosse sticks? Oh. I thought they were called batons.

The end is near! The end is near!
We must make cinnamon buns!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Wait ‘til she gets a load of my purple-headed yogurt slinger!

Sturdy Danny Magee climbed his fifty-ninth tree sayin’ I work as fast as I can. Then he saw those… Two scoops of raisins in them Kellogg’s Raisin Bran.

The preceding opinions are not necessarily shared by FWG


Babs Gladhand said...

Poor Bill.

Purple-headed yogurt slinger? How come he didn't sing that to the tune of One-eyed, One-horned, Flying Purple People Eater?

Fantasy Writer Guy said...

Poor Bill indeed.

The tune. Excellent question. Presumeably because it may indeed be one-eyed but lacking the horn however. Not that I would know for certain.

Babs Gladhand said...

And, you probably don't want to ask him if it is, indeed, horny.

Kathleen said...

I'm thinking that life with Steve-is exceptionally interesting at least.

Fantasy Writer Guy said...

Babs, Indeed I don't.

Kats, He's actually a great roomate. He's neat and a great cook and he keeps quiet when I'm writing so I really can't complain.

And he certainly keeps me entertained on the occasions we share dinner or car-pool to work...

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