This weekend was very difficult for us.
Yeah, sure there were all those delicious, hot Pinch Penny Pub pizzas, the most talented audience EVER (I can't say which, but you know who you are,) uneventful drives to and fro, superb crew-manship (Ateri and Sixteen Kendalls,) few technical problems, minimal loss of blood, a blindingly sexy DJ, enough duct tape for all, well-controlled facial hair, and pleasant conversation. But one night, after we were all loaded out and ready to hit the road, our very own innocent Josh of Seagulls was pulled into such unexpected suffering and woe that we ALL now require a period of cleansing. Please keep us in your prayers.
Josh had paused by the loaded van, calculating pi as he typically does in moments of repose, when a young man emerged as a phantom from the fog, approaching with heart and soul outstretched. Their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity, until the man could shake off his alcoholic stupor for a second and string together the words that will haunt Josh, and every life Josh's life ever touches, forever: "Dude, did you see a, like, huge burrito fall outta my pocket when I ran by here before?"
6 comments:
Oh please! This is exactly the kind of shit I am trying to avoid by visiting only those blogs with simple pink templates. What are you people trying to do? Why not a single word about the soundman? This smacks of conspiracy. What have you got against soundmen anyway? They smell good and have sexy pants and even sexier shoulders, and they do all the work as far as I can tell. Who cares about a friggin burrito anyway?
Pink is good, goes with the temperature.
By the way, you don't have to worry about "anonymous" anymore. I was going to ban him, but I talked to his mom who said she'll make sure he gets his meds more regularly.
Larry doesn't know how to use email, so it's completely safe to say whatever you want to about him here. We really do need to stick to our guns! Priorities, ladies!
So what did you think of Larry's pants last night?
A little too loose in the hips though, right?
Talking about someone else's misfortune like this - especially when it very well could have led to the mysterious visitor getting scurvy or beri beri (both of which are very serious diseases and therefore NOT FUNNY) or even to alcohol poisoning as he inevitably wandered back into the bar for another or even two others - is just plain not fair. It might even be a sin. I will find out and get back to you.
How is Josh of Seagulls taking the whole thing?
WHo is Josh of Seagulls anyway?
I would like to do the smurfs again on stage. Especially Smurfette.
JV
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