I was at a stop light today on my way to a remote recording gig when this strange old lady was crossing the street. She looked me right in the eye and saluted me like she was in the military. She looked kind of strange and the salute was odd as well. But that wasn’t the most intruiging part about her, it was her CRASH HELMET. I couldn’t get my camera out of my pocket fast enough to get a face shot but I did manage to catch this pic.
I was taking cortazone pills for tennis elbow and they just tear your stomach up. My stomach got so acidy (is that a word?) that I was ready to barf. I started hiccuping very badly while on stage playing the drums.
The brilliant bar tender told me he had a drink that would solve the hiccups. I chugged this miracle drink and it made the hiccups and stomach acid 10x worse. I was so sick on stage, violenty hiccuping and nearly barfing every hiccup. I ran to 7-11 on the next break and bought about 5 packs of tums. I ate them ALL during the last set and it didn’t do anything. I hiccuped every 6 seconds until about 6am.
I figured I had hiccuped over 6000 times that night. I’ve never taken cortazone pills again.
If you’re having an affair make sure you know who’s watching. In this article, a guy busts his live-in girl friend for having sex with someone else because his parrot “Ziggy” was reapeating the girlfriend’s voice…
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A good friend notified me that since the switch to the new format the comments weren’t turned on. So now they are.
Here’s the deal with commenting here. You have to register an account. That may sound like a pain in the ass at first but it is really great. You only do it once and you don’t have to input anything ever again unless you’re not logged in. This in my opinion is better than requiring commenters to type in those graphical spam verification codes and getting them wrong two or three times…