Notes.
I would like to be in charge of the sonic reducer.
A good nights sleep and a hearty breakfast.
“Ants in their Pants” by the Super Duper Party Troopers.
The Mosquitoes. Kaptain Kool and the Kongs.
If I don’t, I get a whippin’.
why does it gotta have a message?
Forewarned is forearmed. Next time, I’ll start throwing stuff back.
It’s all about computers and stuff. Can’t get much simpler. Even a cotton-headed ninny muggins like myself can do music.
Seems ok. Like a well-meaning friend who just can’t get things quite right, but his heart’s in the right place.
No free beer yet.
No. I don’t go out. The trout chopped my legs off in Fort Lauderdale.
A lot of money and connections.
My neighbor Dennis. The guy playing sax that hangs out by the bus stop.