Saturday, October 16, 2010

Remember when...

I am about ready to shove an icepick into my ear and pull my brain out with a hook.

We agreed to do a gig for our friend's parents. It is their 50th anniversary. They are doing a special dinner for them in a private dining room at a nice restaurant in town.

They asked us to play a specific song. It is an Alan Jackson song called Remember When. It is a sickening, trailer park love ballad.

I have been sick all week, and have been working my ass off. My Saturday is now consumed with this. It makes me want to buy a shitty pickup truck, get my high school girlfriend pregnant and take her through the drive through at McDonald's on friday night.

Just shoot me.


Blogger humming in the night skull said...

Yeah, bust out the harmonium and get some drones going!

9:06 PM  
Blogger k-top said...

That sounds like a pretty good Friday night but NEVER on a Saturday...Saturday is for whoopie and no one wants 1/3 angus burger breath.

1:47 PM  

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