a re-enactment of mad max: beyond thunderdome?

I should have saved my kids Johnny-Jump-Ups.

Kilts. Neon nipples. Pummel sticks. Son, when I was a boy all we had for flash was Debbie Harry's underpants. And I had to walk nine miles to school in the snow even when I got shitty grades and had to go to summer school.

Honestly, though, I bet raising the steel wasn't fun. I used to have to put up (what appaers to be) an identical package for the concert shell the symphony here used. And I did the steel for the Stones in '88 or '89. I figured my job was mainly to keep riggers from dying. Dying on the job, that is. The all-access pass on the lanyard made 12 times handsomer than I actually am.

This is how I became a god.

Jesus, not being able to see well enough to type anymore really bites.

"The all-access pass on the lanyard made ME 12 times handsomer than I actually am.

This is how I became a god."

I blow my lines.

Better than blowing chunks...

Ans way way way better than blowing Chucks.

All that smoke and flame. I wonder how many of those people drive a Prius in real life?

Men in kilts _eat_ a Prius a day.