Aw yeah. We got those hot stacks of wax. The platters that matter. Shake it, don’t break it, baby; took your momma nine months to make it. These cats are in the pocket, like a rocket. Swingin’, man. Break it down, now. You moldy figs find new digs. We’re gone, solid gone. Percolatin’
sippicancottage
A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything
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Soooooo, Mr. Sipp, how did he do that?
The Stanley Cup Playoffs have me thinking about Willie Mitchell, but that's just 'cause he plays for the Kings (who happen to be curb-stomping the 'Nucks and making me happy).
The ponds don't freeze here in the Great NorthWet, but if you hold your breath real good, you can dangle down low among the turtles for a while.
Hi Sam- Read the comments on Friday's entry about Al Green.
Andy- The Great Northwet. Snicker.
Hockey, huh? Is Carrol Vadnais still playing for the Golden Seals? I don't get out much.
And to think there are still people walking around who deny the existence of Cosmic Funkmanship. The man deserves a Nobel Prize in metaphysics for proving once and for all that simple isn't easy.
Carol Vadnais? They used to let girls play hockey?
The Golden Seals only dressed like girls.
Yeah, and they're still hockey players, so I'll let someone else tell them that.
Gagdad will get you thinking about all sorts of stuff. All sorts.
Dan