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.
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.
posted by Joe at
12:22 PM
2 Comments:
Yeah, bust out the harmonium and get some drones going!
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.
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