I Don't Know But, I Been Told...

...A cross between a Weasel and a Platypus ain't got no...You decide. Play God. Spin The Favored Deity's beverage vessel. You wrote a new song about it, hum me a few bars. Stick to y'er guns. Take a bath in Hubba Bubba. Get stuck to the sheets. Become The HULK on alternate Saturdays/Sundays, perfect ways of making sealing wax, Double your pleasure double y'er FUN!  Most of all: "Have Fun!" It will: "wash your car while you're driving it home, to work." (I often quote: "Firesign Theatre." Or, paraphrase them.) Good for the Rumble Seat, good for the noose. "Praise the Lord and pass the Damn Nation." With a Smallpox infected blanket. of course.

Hot Weasel Sex? A Platypus with nice breasts? One of my Buddy, (Sleeve Jobs') favorite nightmares. That and Driving A Laundry Tuck During A Prison Break. My nocturnal admonitions/fantasies/transitory-inside-of the-eyeballs-vacations tend to run to the Oddball Odd side of the table. Eight Ball on the ceiling, the "hard way." I had some weird Bulleit Bourbon dreams.

Last night. I determined it necessary to go: "Gutter trolling." A couple of cheap (reasonably priced) bars in town. Met a couple of nice guys, a couple if menial, gutless poseurs, ended up at Denny's for a cup of "wake-up juice" and a couple pieces of Rye toast.

Cab ride home, with my Girlfriend, a 1959 Magnatone Custom Varsity Lap Steel, finished in Emerald green MOTS. "Mother Of Toilet Seat." (Pearloid) Watching Baltimore and Sandy Eggo duke it out. Now it's and the Green Bay and the N.E., Pat's. Along with Baseball, football as played by Americans, is cool. Not as cool as Rugby,but, acceptable. I know some Ruggers. The Park City Muckers. Howdy, Hack.What-The-Hay?, 'Stains! Yo, Chickenhead! Dogpile Scrum a'comin'. Alamo Bar, afterwards.

I have NEVER liked Green Bay or, the Patriots. Or, Oakland. MY GUYS played like Girl Scouts on Thanksgiving. Screw it. The S.F. Giants won the World Series, FOR THE THIRD TIME IN 5 YEARS. It'll do. A couple more would seal the deal. A couple more 9ers wins would be groovy.

Lesh, Weir and Tim Flannery sing the National anthem, a S.F. Giants game: http://youtu.be/RzFjINO9q8w

Eat "Brunch." Home-Fries, bacon, eggs, coffee. Shot of Red Eye. Alles Gutt. Herren und Damen.

Out. -El Hickory, Dickery y Doktor. Press 1 and the star key for Uzbek.