Loving Roman mother tells her boy, "Come back with your shield or on it."
What he should have done was to shake her down and say, "Bitch, what did you do with my real mother???"
And of course that's about the Galaxy Guitar. My ol' Mother never would have said evil stuff like the Loving Roman Mother and she would be dismayed over the idea of selling the guitar. From my ol' Dad there's a vibe of 'this smells a lot like giving up. Frasers do not give up.'
OK, I hear it (larfs)
This is not giving up as it costs a bundle to cross the water and, as we saw from Delta yesterday, they're going to need a ton of money to fix the aircraft which was smashed up in a thunderstorm after the pilots cleverly flew it through the middle of one.
Combining those facts reveals the quandary as Cat is quite clear on the sacrilege of selling the guitar.
Tip: don't piss her off. She is a redhead.
Cat's clear on going to Germany and we're living a star-crossed Shakespearean tragedy ... but ... it wasn't tragic at all, except for Mercutio and Tybalt, until the end. (There is no end to this one, I ain't Shakespeare.)
Cat is not the only reason for Europe as I see it as progressive art while I see little of it anywhere else. If I wanted a rock band, I'd be heading for Russia as I'm wildly guessing Pussy Riot is not their only band. Anywhere there's that much coolness, there must be more. When even the girls have more balls than the boys in the English-speaking bands, that's got to be the place to be.
(Ed: why not rock America?)
America doesn't rock anymore. There's just a pack of old geezers doing the same ol', same ol'. They've got some moves but they've got no attitude. Them boys is whipped.
Speaking of which, there was some tragic news today as Millions Mourn As Rocker/Activist Ted Nugent, Age 66, Found Alive. Apparently someone located the winder for his back and they could start him back up again.
The complexity is the Galaxy Guitar requires the GT-100 for sound and very much appreciates having the RC-50 looper. We already know it's impossible to carry that kit on a scooter and I drove like that for three thousand kilometers to prove it. No way in burning hell I will do that again. The problem wasn't the ride as scooters are effortless but the load was impossible.
That load is crazy enough but it's not even the whole thing as I had already crashed once and quite a bit was lost from that. The problem with the guitar is easy to see. With an overhang like that on each side, something is going to bump ... and it did.
On balance is staying in Texas knowing it will be like this until I die but that's enough of a reason to put a bullet in my head by itself. It's not an exaggeration about the holy roller billboards and, just to let you know how blessed you are, they're matched by billboards for guns. Get yer Jesus over here and yer guns over there and, by the way, we'll help you make a concealed carry holster for it. Just call us. They say man evolved from apes but that evolution never happened in Texas. It's an entire state full of heavily-armed monkeys in cowboy hats.
Aiiiyyyeeeee ... I turned into Charlton Heston and wound up on the Planet of the Apes. Two nightmares in one as turning into Charlton Heston or an ape is largely the same thing.
What he should have done was to shake her down and say, "Bitch, what did you do with my real mother???"
And of course that's about the Galaxy Guitar. My ol' Mother never would have said evil stuff like the Loving Roman Mother and she would be dismayed over the idea of selling the guitar. From my ol' Dad there's a vibe of 'this smells a lot like giving up. Frasers do not give up.'
OK, I hear it (larfs)
This is not giving up as it costs a bundle to cross the water and, as we saw from Delta yesterday, they're going to need a ton of money to fix the aircraft which was smashed up in a thunderstorm after the pilots cleverly flew it through the middle of one.
Combining those facts reveals the quandary as Cat is quite clear on the sacrilege of selling the guitar.
Tip: don't piss her off. She is a redhead.
Cat's clear on going to Germany and we're living a star-crossed Shakespearean tragedy ... but ... it wasn't tragic at all, except for Mercutio and Tybalt, until the end. (There is no end to this one, I ain't Shakespeare.)
Cat is not the only reason for Europe as I see it as progressive art while I see little of it anywhere else. If I wanted a rock band, I'd be heading for Russia as I'm wildly guessing Pussy Riot is not their only band. Anywhere there's that much coolness, there must be more. When even the girls have more balls than the boys in the English-speaking bands, that's got to be the place to be.
(Ed: why not rock America?)
America doesn't rock anymore. There's just a pack of old geezers doing the same ol', same ol'. They've got some moves but they've got no attitude. Them boys is whipped.
Speaking of which, there was some tragic news today as Millions Mourn As Rocker/Activist Ted Nugent, Age 66, Found Alive. Apparently someone located the winder for his back and they could start him back up again.
The complexity is the Galaxy Guitar requires the GT-100 for sound and very much appreciates having the RC-50 looper. We already know it's impossible to carry that kit on a scooter and I drove like that for three thousand kilometers to prove it. No way in burning hell I will do that again. The problem wasn't the ride as scooters are effortless but the load was impossible.
That load is crazy enough but it's not even the whole thing as I had already crashed once and quite a bit was lost from that. The problem with the guitar is easy to see. With an overhang like that on each side, something is going to bump ... and it did.
On balance is staying in Texas knowing it will be like this until I die but that's enough of a reason to put a bullet in my head by itself. It's not an exaggeration about the holy roller billboards and, just to let you know how blessed you are, they're matched by billboards for guns. Get yer Jesus over here and yer guns over there and, by the way, we'll help you make a concealed carry holster for it. Just call us. They say man evolved from apes but that evolution never happened in Texas. It's an entire state full of heavily-armed monkeys in cowboy hats.
Aiiiyyyeeeee ... I turned into Charlton Heston and wound up on the Planet of the Apes. Two nightmares in one as turning into Charlton Heston or an ape is largely the same thing.
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