.....well it really started out quite well -
ya see, we were a BBQing back in late
April and Patti's little dog got a hold of
some heavy duty acid and started
tripping out on the Grateful
Dead.....while that was going on the
sky darkened and we kept
cooking....things started flying
overhead in the sky - first a sofa
cushion and then shingles - the only
thing we didn't see was the wicked
witch on her broom chasing after
Dorothy......
Ivory started
peaking on
her acid trip
and the ic to
the right
shows what
happens when
ya get too
much acid
and grateful
dead music
coming at
ya.....
.....so then the
Dead got to her
head and she
really started a
cooking that
BBQ fast and
furiously as the
tornadoes
continued to fly
over us - "not my
day to die" pam
and I chimed as
we drank our
Buds and sipped
our teas.....
....and as we sipped and watched the skies and saw a couple of cars get crunched by trees our dearly
beloved Patti tooked the zonked out Ivory into her lap and snoozed on her "7 Screw flu".....
.....and as the winds blew and the
BBQ bechoned I looked upon my
dearest of dear friends and said "Pam
ya know how to throw one hell of a
BBQ and yeah babe it's not our day to
die....."....so we drank ouyr Buds and
our Jack and our Screws and ate the
best damn beer butt chciken that ever
flew.....
.....so right now my gurlie
biker buds are prbably
looking at this and
saying...."you shamless man
you said you wouldn't but you
did......" oh yeah gurls, "I love
ya too......"
....and the other one is a getting tough
on me and probably will kick my biker
butt but ya know what she's most likely
to say??......."ok biker boy toy, let's
get back up here to cut the grass and
do it all again and oh by the way yer
sleeping back in the dawg house for
telling it all....." but hey - what's a
shameless slut puppy biker to do -
nothing else but say I love you too!