A basement,
Some tin foil, and
A fresh lighter, and
Camels.
A bass player that knows a guy.
Maybe the fat bastard had the right idea.
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A basement,
Some tin foil, and
A fresh lighter, and
Camels.
A bass player that knows a guy.
Maybe the fat bastard had the right idea.
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Please don’t.
Yeah, right idea. Sure. We see how well it worked out for him. Dead at fifty-five.
only 2 friends over tonight for Foot-Hockey Tourney in the basement, ToTD. i’ve got a splitting headache. i’m gonna call Tommy’s Mom tell her to tell him not to bring over the carry case of HotWheels, on account of what happened last time. oh yeah, that Thing where you guys jump off the chesterfield out of your pants yelling “Yabba Dabba Digh Aye Yigh Yigh”……don’t do that, ‘kay? house shakes so much you guys’ll knock it off the foundation.
you guys want Kraft Dinner & Cut Up-Hot Dogs or Mini-Ravioli and Cheese Dreams?
Jeebus Luther, did we grow up on the same street? The same house perhaps? Do you have cousins named Randy, Tim, Gord, and Jeff also?
yes, things went down we don’t understand:
how’d i end up with so many parachute men?
where’s Dad’s Red-Handled screw driver?
do we do all the Hash?
is Denman coming to the party? last time he pulled a Rangy, or was it a Rotchy?
if we’re building a Fort, we need to head down to the Foam Factory
and just stick those burnt dinner knives in the rafter of The Shed
My dear old Mom could never figure out why her butter knives kept dissapearing , or the cause of that nasty scar on my brother’s top lip.
my Mom mentioned the knives when cleaning out The Shed after my Dad died. she left them in place.
Maybe if he didn’t have children, people that loved and needed him.
was going to say “sounds like a good time” but it’s a struggle…