Father Christmas and Rudolph are completely hammered. They were up on the roof singing, "Danny Boy," and I was thinking, oh man, ganja does not do this. If it did I would never smoke it again.
It turned out he really did have some ganja. Rudolph passed out up there so Father Christmas came on down to visit. He said, "Ho, ho, ho. Everything that goes around ... goes around."
Forgive him. He's drunk ... as a monkey ... but he's still cool.
I have been bagging the telling of Mister Toad's Wild Ride for some days or so because I'm curious to see if the ganja makes a difference. If you'll forgive classing a hack with a master, Edgar Allen Poe was hammered on cocaine. He could get it at the corner chemist and it wasn't illegal back then.
So sure I'm curious.
Note: there is zero cocaine in my life and hasn't been for years.
Uh oh. There's a real life alert and it's not me. I've got to pull up some major Christmas on this one. There's some hard duty in life and you know how it goes ... step up. There won't be anything more for public view and you know the sixties take casualties.
Repeating: this is not about me. I'm just the Voice of Reason or something.
Ed: friend?
Sure.
It's not time to roll out just this minute and it will put a definite tilt on the vibe for Mister Toad. That story is not for introspection but rather it's a completely insane party.
I'll wait to see how this goes. Sometimes love fixes a lot of things.
Ed: it's a romance now?
Not that kind. Not all love has to get you sweaty and squishy (larfs).
Yevette said I missed a message in a comment about a house and I didn't even see it. Hmm ... that was long before Father Christmas showed. I must go back to find that.
Life does change a bit from when the biggest worry was which concert to see next for ten bucks.
Some aspects of the changes are good even as miserable as the trip may seem but that probably comes back to the poetry and story telling Mystery Lady suggested. There's quite a bit of enlightenment in this time and it's free (larfs).
Here's a minimal Mister Toad's Wild Ride and play this one along with "Riders of the Storm" since it had snowed enough for accumulation. It was important to see if I could ride a Honda 350 Scrambler to work. The one in the pic is not mine but the spitting image of the bike.
It may surprise you but I didn't drop it. There's always that tingle of, whoaaa, when it starts sliding.
There's only one problem with riding a Scrambler in to work. There's no way home unless you ride it home. How clever do you feel now, cabron.
As far as the Euro version of Mister Toad's Wild Ride is concerned, it easily won for craziness but it wasn't the only lunatic thing I ever did.
I wore a helmet, Mum, honest. Plus I wore everything else I could find.
It turned out he really did have some ganja. Rudolph passed out up there so Father Christmas came on down to visit. He said, "Ho, ho, ho. Everything that goes around ... goes around."
Forgive him. He's drunk ... as a monkey ... but he's still cool.
I have been bagging the telling of Mister Toad's Wild Ride for some days or so because I'm curious to see if the ganja makes a difference. If you'll forgive classing a hack with a master, Edgar Allen Poe was hammered on cocaine. He could get it at the corner chemist and it wasn't illegal back then.
So sure I'm curious.
Note: there is zero cocaine in my life and hasn't been for years.
Uh oh. There's a real life alert and it's not me. I've got to pull up some major Christmas on this one. There's some hard duty in life and you know how it goes ... step up. There won't be anything more for public view and you know the sixties take casualties.
Repeating: this is not about me. I'm just the Voice of Reason or something.
Ed: friend?
Sure.
It's not time to roll out just this minute and it will put a definite tilt on the vibe for Mister Toad. That story is not for introspection but rather it's a completely insane party.
I'll wait to see how this goes. Sometimes love fixes a lot of things.
Ed: it's a romance now?
Not that kind. Not all love has to get you sweaty and squishy (larfs).
Yevette said I missed a message in a comment about a house and I didn't even see it. Hmm ... that was long before Father Christmas showed. I must go back to find that.
Life does change a bit from when the biggest worry was which concert to see next for ten bucks.
Some aspects of the changes are good even as miserable as the trip may seem but that probably comes back to the poetry and story telling Mystery Lady suggested. There's quite a bit of enlightenment in this time and it's free (larfs).
Here's a minimal Mister Toad's Wild Ride and play this one along with "Riders of the Storm" since it had snowed enough for accumulation. It was important to see if I could ride a Honda 350 Scrambler to work. The one in the pic is not mine but the spitting image of the bike.
It may surprise you but I didn't drop it. There's always that tingle of, whoaaa, when it starts sliding.
There's only one problem with riding a Scrambler in to work. There's no way home unless you ride it home. How clever do you feel now, cabron.
As far as the Euro version of Mister Toad's Wild Ride is concerned, it easily won for craziness but it wasn't the only lunatic thing I ever did.
I wore a helmet, Mum, honest. Plus I wore everything else I could find.
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