Saturday, December 31, 2005

New Years Eve Check List - 2005

Below is a list of things one may want to have in check before braving the scene wherever you are headed this evening...

1. Cash - Take just enough for you and a friend, leaving your credit cards at home. This will prevent you from running up some monstrous bill when you find yourself standing naked with your underwear on fire atop your head and trying to buy the entire bar shots at 12:01am.



2. Local Cab Telephone # - Face it, you can barely drive on one of your better days. Don’t muck shit up by swimming in a vat of scotch and then trying to play Mario Andretti in your Hyundai. Also, this may protect you, in some small sort, from the likes of every other hop-head who is too stupid to call for a taxi. You can watch them play bumper cars from the comfortable back seat of your safely chauffeured ride. These ethanol fueled speed-freaks will be easy to spot, just look for the police, fire squads, ambulance crews, the blood, and body bags.


3. Clean Pair of Underwear – Tuck some fresh drawers in your effects just in case. You never know when you could loose total bowel control and shart yourself. This could be embarrassing, and you never want to try and pick up that hottie at the bar with the back end of your breeches full-up to the belt line. A fresh pair of whitey tighties are paramount.


4. Local Bail Bondsman Telephone # - Remember, shit can get ugly pretty fast on a night like tonight, and you may just end up in the County Hilton, and once you’re checked in, Bubba, you may be in a while, and believe me, you'll get no help from the concierge handing you a list of numbers. Also, phone your attorney ahead today before going out and let them know that he/she needs to stay relatively sharp this weekend, because they may need to clear your good name of felony charges come Monday morning.


5. Drugs – Any amount of any kind. You can trade them at the bar for Screaming Nazi shots all night long when you run out of cash. Also, you may need to barter when you get locked up, so a healthy amount of illicit drugs carefully hidden in your anus will be a huge bargaining chip when you arrive at the hoosegow. Good dope can be traded for perhaps a lost bondsman’s phone number, cigarettes, or protection from the ape that’s been eyeing your posterior the whole time you’ve shared a cell. So, fine drugs are a must.


6. Tin Foil Hat – You never know when you may slip up on a whiskey binge and dig out those pills you’ve been carefully hiding in your ass and eat a handful. You’ll need the foil to keep the alien transmissions from gnawing away at what little brain function you have left.





7. Personal ID Information – Once again, things can slip out of hand quickly when you are partying at warp speed, and you will need this information on you so the proper authorities can identify your body after you have been kidnapped, forcibly sodomized, and tortured by the handful of thugs that took your leering homosexual glances the wrong way after that 5th of tequila you pounded down.


8. After Party Refreshments – So you make it back home alive, it was a “no harm, no foul” sort of night, no felony charges against you, and you feel like getting a little closer to the animal that lays deep down inside, you’ll need plenty of champagne, liquor, and absinthe to keep the party rolling until the break of dawn.



9. Condoms – It wouldn’t be a righteous close to another year of life without some consensual trick-fucking with a complete stranger, and rubbers will keep you from giving your partner whatever you have accumulated over your numerous years of slumming with the degenerate low-life scum you have grown fondly of bedding down with. And look, you’ve been hiding those little 6’s on your forehead with your hairline for years, but you ain’t foolin’ no one, Bubba, you are not the breeding type. Condoms could end up playing an important role in preventing Armageddon.


10. Breath Care Products – Remember, church starts promptly at 9am tomorrow morning and you wouldn’t want to be late to beg for forgiveness for your evil ways this past year, and clean breath is a must. You can’t sit on the back row, smelling like you got hit by a Budweiser truck even if they are having a wine tasting at your local Synagogue. You’ll need to start taming the breath before bed, using mouth wash, an entire tube of tooth paste, mints, and finally chewing gum, but remember to take the gum out of your mouth before going to sleep, or you may just end up meeting The Big Guy mano a mano, and it seems far easier to just drop by his house once a week instead of a face to face meeting.

Monday, December 26, 2005

The Holiday Rush Is Finally Over!

Monday Morning

December 26, 2005

Rancho Relaxo




Well, another holiday season has come and gone, with the exception of New Years Day steadily approaching. I hope that everyone was blessed with some time to spend with the people that mean the most to them in their lives, and I hope that all you greed heads got all the little shit that you asked Satan Clause for.

It was a great time for me this go around. My father and step-mother both came in to spend the weekend with me and my gal. It was really good to see them as it was only our third time to spend Christmas together as a family in my 32 years of living, and it was our first with my soon to be wife. Sometimes those long distance relationships between families can be a mother fucker, and when the time comes that you can finally spend together then you need to milk it for all it’s worth. I only wish that my sister, brother-in-law, and my nephew could have made it too. That would have been the icing on the cake, but I’ll settle for plain cake if I can get it. I checked my sister’s new blog, now linked from mine (see the little man with shades in the right-hand column), and judging by the pictures that she had posted of the family Christmas there touring the local castles and visiting Stonehenge, it looks as they had a great time also. We’ll catch up when we make it over to the UK to visit them this coming year.



I did, however, miss all of the chums that I normally hang with during the holidays and would have really liked to see them as well, but I figured catching up with family weighed a little heavier than getting slobbering drunk with the same band of marauders that I have been doing so with over the last 18 or so years. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always a great time, but it was oddly refreshing to wake up on Christmas morning without a hangover for the first time in I don’t know how many years.

Today, I guess I’ll need to grab up my phone, take inventory of all of the missed calls, and call them with apologies for all the good times that I missed with them, though I’m sure my presence wasn’t missed as much as I missed being there. The show must go on, and it’s really easy to keep the party rolling if you have plenty of rocket fuel for the liver even if a couple of suckers don’t make it to the party!


The road goes on forever…


Ok, enough for now.

I’m off to finish reading one of my favorite presents I got this year, Hunter S. Thompson’s Better Than Sex.


Oh yea, don’t forget that that today marks the beginning of Kwanzaa, so grab up your favorite 40oz, Biggie Smalls CD, Cracklin’ Cornbread recipe, and your chronic to start things off right.

And remember, make whitey pay!

Love, peace, and chicken grease…




Lp.


Sunday, December 25, 2005

Deck The Halls, Beyotch!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Here's One For The Lightweights!

Monday, December 19, 2005

Just When You Thought That Shit Couldn't Get Any Weirder...

I'm currently reading a book called Everything You Know Is Wrong: The Disinformation Guide to Secrets and Lies. This is where I stumble on a brief history of the swastika, as well as the name to find the following link. The story mentioned someone named, “Manwoman” and stated that his/her quest was to cleanse the swastika of the bad stigma that the rotten Nazi Party had stuck it with in the 40’s.

Talk about feeling like King Sisyphus with this task…

Good luck with that, Manwoman. It appears that there is in fact a mission in life harder than those poor souls out to prove that Michael Jackson won’tsack tickleevery little boy in his new homeland of Bahrain.

The link: Manwoman.net


So, I just get done reading for a bit in the office and I flip on the TV. “All Access: Awesomely Wacky Families” is on VH1, the channel that was on when the TV was turned on, so I just leave it on for some noise while I blog. The next thing I hear is the story about the Stallone's and their brand of family madness. Come to find out, mom’s got the market cornered on this, as she’s a Rumpologist. Yea, that’s right. She’s a psychic/fortune teller who doesn’t read your palm, she reads your ass.

That’s right, your ass.

Enjoy: “I smell something in your future…”



Thursday, December 15, 2005

Little Black Book



Well, I swiped O’Neal’s ‘little black book” with all of the information for this last years gigs and I will be posting about each of them in The MOB Road Diary ASAP so this blog will probably be taking a back seat for the next week or so as I believe that I have somewhere around 65 dates to write on.

Better get started if I want to be done by the end of the year, eh?

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Sad Day

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

"Look, yall... I'm in my 30s!"


Today's birthday shout goes to my buddy, Michael Old'Neal.
He's 30 today, so give him hell.
Please join in as we count down the days until his mid-life crisis!

Sunday, December 04, 2005

New Road Stories Are Here...


The MOB RD has been updated with the last three gigs.








Today's useless link is here...