...as it turns out, my bass didn't get off the plane with me in Phoenix, but went on to Las Vegas, where it had a marvelous time with a couple of hookers, but lost heavily at the keno tables before being loaded back on the jet and sent back home...
bad, bad guitar...you have to stay in your case until the next show...
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Duuuuuude. You shoulda come with me.
what?...and break my monkish vows?
Hey... nobody has to know, cuz, heh... what happens in Vegas...
sheeeesh...i didn't know my bass was such a randy tart...
Yer kiddin', right? You stand up there all busy, fondling me and I check out all the ladies... it's not rocket science.
...guess that's what i get for bein' so nearsighted...
There's always next time brother, and... damn, no one spanks me like you do. I'm back, ain't I?
*snort!*
one can do wonders with opposable thumbs, eh?
*gasp*
You promised not to kiss and tell!
I'm crushed.
no...that's "spanked" not "crushed"...
heh heh heh!
Touche ... or is that tushy?
Tushy it is!...that must be the reason Tom introduces me onstage as "The Top Of The Bottom"...
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
I remember one time I left my guitar at a girlfriends house. Broke my heart when i went to pick it up and found them both in bed together.
bad bad bad
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