i slept in a hammock for a year. it still hangs from the ceiling in my
room @ my parents' house

a man after my own heart. drink up!

*finds a bottle of bacardi 151* who is man (or woman) enough to do a
shot with me? chasers are for the weak...

about a lady i'll sing a song
sing rickety tickety tin
about a lady i'll sing a song
who didn't have her family long
not only did she do them wrong
she did everyone of them in


one morning in a fit of pique
sing rickety tickety tin
one morning in a fit of pique
she drowned her father in the creek
the water tasted bad for a week
so we had to make do with gin...

whatever you do, don't spill the rum. or the guinness.

*tries to pull shadow's foot out the tuba and ends up flat on his ass*

after that, the rum and coke relay!

hahaha. given the choice of working 8 hours for free and sitting around
the house doing jack ****, i really wish the guy i work for wasn't
camping with his family.

it's been a rough day. no talkie, just drinky.

somebody get me a jim beam on the rocks, some sailor jerry and coke, a
couple extra dry gin martinis and a **** load of beer. then stand back
and watch the excitement.

i just felt like posting on the oldest thread i could find.

scotty knows.....

all i need is a lady who thinks she's a bass...

they don't mind spending time with me when i'm "chemically altered"

why i like my musical instruments better than any girl i ever dated:

i never get tired of listening to them

they don't whine about bad hair cuts

they don't whine if they think i don't spend enough time with them

i know exactly how i should touch them

i can always turn them on

they don't mind if i wanna have the lights on

they don't care if they do all the talking

they don't try to make me cuddle with them when i'm done playing with
them and just want to go to sleep

they don't worry about their weight

they don't take 8 hours to get ready to go out

"music is my girl and my girl is my music..."

problem: there is an ugly chick (or dude) in your bed

fault: clearly, you aren't drunk enough

solution: drink until they appear bangable

hehe you can't really walk a cat. it's more like the cat walks you.

(we were in nh at the time of the mad dash)

charlie tried to make a mad dash one time when a car drove by (yes, i
take my cat for walks on a leash...he's an indoor kitty cuz we live in
philly). it was crazy.

goodness. that's one helluva petite baby!