Came outta a black out at a disco! I'd rather shit razor blades. I did come outta a black out in bed with a women I chose to not look at. There was a chicken standing on the bar at the end of the bed eyeing me. I walked out into the kitchen, leaving, and there stood the ugliest women I ever saw in a Mumu type thing with her tits near hanging out. She was by a wood cook stove covered with grease and asked if I wanted breakfast. I said no thanks, headed for the door and there was a pig standing in front of the door. I heard the ol broad say, it's ok she can go out. I opened the door and the pig ran out and me right behind it. I got in my car and drove around on a dirt roads the longest time before I finally found a way out a there. No clue how I got there. Had no memory of even picking ya a girl. I had lots a black outs but that was probably the worse one. Hence I aint had a drink or drug in over thirty years. I was terrified I might come outta a black out at a disco ya see.
Great story, I passed out once in my own bed but was laying across it. It was still dark when I woke up and the alarm clock wasn't in the direction that it should be. Didn't have a clue where I was but just hoped there wasn't an ugly girl laying beside me.
Correct me if I am wrong, but don't black people get down right pissed, when others appropriate their culture? Once again, I guess all things depend upon what shade of color you are.
I am a musician. Music has a melody, harmony, a chorus, a beat, often a back beat, and sometimes it even has a repeating theme, underneath. RAP has, well, it has, err, no it doesn't have that either. Well, of course, it has, I mean, Well lots of people, mostly people of no taste, buy into it. So it must be good, right? I mean, the people who make it, sell a lot of it, and are always on television, selling it, and driving expensive cars, wearing weird clothes. I guess in America today, all it takes to make music that the judge like, is if it sells a lot, and makes the record producing companies a lot of money. Quality? That is something that costs more, and frankly doesn't really matter. In fact, we can do more albums without worrying about quality. The CEO's are happy, and our bonus at Christmas is huge. So frankly, we see no reason to change anything, except our association with you. Bye, Bye, call again real soon, not really. Don't call us, we will call you.
"I guess in America today, all it takes to make music that the judge like, is if it sells a lot, and makes the record producing companies a lot of money. "
So RAP is just what "bubblegum" was back in the day.
Nuther black out story. I heard a guy that told this story. He was in a black out and pulled up at a fast food joint drive thru. He ordered a burger and fries. Alla sudden he was surrounded by cop cars. The fast food window he thought he was at was a toll booth.
So kudos to the "dancer"...but who is that photo bomber hanging around in the background? He seems to serve no purpose other than getting his photo taken.
Another black out story I heard in "the rooms" (33 years now).... a fellow told us how he blacked out on a beach in Key West and woke up with the roof of his mouth sunburned. OUCH!!
Geez . Quit the useless "dancing" and get to work and do something useful like maybe growing some food ? No wonder all the people in wiccanda are starving
Biggest chicken I've ever seen.....
ReplyDeleteThat made my hips hurt!
ReplyDeleteI wish my knees would let me do that
ReplyDeleteRestless leg syndrome or just trying to shake out that last stubborn turd?
ReplyDeleteThat African has some moves. Looks like his head was gyro-stabilized.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't do that when I was young and in great shape
ReplyDeleteWhat's the brother in the background there for? In case this guy goes airborne?
ReplyDeleteCame outta a black out at a disco! I'd rather shit razor blades. I did come outta a black out in bed with a women I chose to not look at. There was a chicken standing on the bar at the end of the bed eyeing me. I walked out into the kitchen, leaving, and there stood the ugliest women I ever saw in a Mumu type thing with her tits near hanging out. She was by a wood cook stove covered with grease and asked if I wanted breakfast. I said no thanks, headed for the door and there was a pig standing in front of the door. I heard the ol broad say, it's ok she can go out. I opened the door and the pig ran out and me right behind it. I got in my car and drove around on a dirt roads the longest time before I finally found a way out a there. No clue how I got there. Had no memory of even picking ya a girl. I had lots a black outs but that was probably the worse one. Hence I aint had a drink or drug in over thirty years. I was terrified I might come outta a black out at a disco ya see.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, I passed out once in my own bed but was laying across it. It was still dark when I woke up and the alarm clock wasn't in the direction that it should be. Didn't have a clue where I was but just hoped there wasn't an ugly girl laying beside me.
DeleteCorrect me if I am wrong, but don't black people get down right pissed, when others appropriate their culture? Once again, I guess all things depend upon what shade of color you are.
ReplyDeleteIt's got a good beat but I can't dance to it...
ReplyDeleteThis is the "I want Joe to give me the SCOTUS job" interview from Judge Brown Jackson.
ReplyDeleteShe gotit!!!!
i wonder how much meth it took to pull that off. still, it was impressive.
ReplyDeleteNot bad. I do that every time I take a good dump.
ReplyDeleteA disco, now that is scary.
ReplyDeleteHurry up in the porta toilet, I gotta shit.
ReplyDeleteMe, waiting for a johnny-on-the-spot at the county fair tractor pull
ReplyDeleteYou got that one in just in time! Black History month is almost over.
ReplyDeleteI think I missed that Riverdance.
ReplyDeleteIt's been years since I last saw this. Still entertaining. I think the dancer had a few too many cups of coffee.
ReplyDeleteOther than occassionally shaking poop from a shoe, its feet don't leave the ground.
ReplyDeleteWoke up once at my neighbor's in a Barbie princess bed. His daughter was at his ex-wife's for the weekend. I quit drinking... For a while.
ReplyDeleteNot quite on a par with authoring the Magna Carta or painting the Mona Lisa, but if that's all ya got...
ReplyDeleteBlack "culture". Oxymoronic, I know.
guarantee you if I had this guy with me at my fav fishing spot-no one else would come near us.
ReplyDeleteSan Diego Chicken, yer up.
ReplyDeleteWhere did the clip come from?
ReplyDeleteI am a musician. Music has a melody, harmony, a chorus, a beat, often a back beat, and sometimes it even has a repeating theme, underneath.
ReplyDeleteRAP has, well, it has, err, no it doesn't have that either. Well, of course, it has, I mean, Well lots of people, mostly people of no taste, buy into it. So it must be good, right? I mean, the people who make it, sell a lot of it, and are always on television, selling it, and driving expensive cars, wearing weird clothes.
I guess in America today, all it takes to make music that the judge like, is if it sells a lot, and makes the record producing companies a lot of money. Quality? That is something that costs more, and frankly doesn't really matter. In fact, we can do more albums without worrying about quality. The CEO's are happy, and our bonus at Christmas is huge. So frankly, we see no reason to change anything, except our association with you. Bye, Bye, call again real soon, not really. Don't call us, we will call you.
"I guess in America today, all it takes to make music that the judge like, is if it sells a lot, and makes the record producing companies a lot of money. "
DeleteSo RAP is just what "bubblegum" was back in the day.
Nuther black out story. I heard a guy that told this story. He was in a black out and pulled up at a fast food joint drive thru. He ordered a burger and fries. Alla sudden he was surrounded by cop cars. The fast food window he thought he was at was a toll booth.
ReplyDeleteSo kudos to the "dancer"...but who is that photo bomber hanging around in the background? He seems to serve no purpose other than getting his photo taken.
ReplyDeleteAnother black out story I heard in "the rooms" (33 years now).... a fellow told us how he blacked out on a beach in Key West and woke up with the roof of his mouth sunburned. OUCH!!
ReplyDeleteI thought he was in the middle of a mating ritual.
ReplyDeleteGeez . Quit the useless "dancing" and get to work and do something useful like maybe growing some food ? No wonder all the people in wiccanda are starving
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