Hey, Pig. Whatcha doing?
“Aw, they got me scrapin’ on this here ethnic object while they play all that boodle-doodle music.”
Dark Star?
“I got no idea! The number with one chord and all th’ lyrics ’bout bein’ a druggie and whatnot.”
Yeah, that’s Dark Star.
“Can’t make heads nor tails o’ them words! You ask the ol’ Pig, songs should be about gettin’ it on!”
Sure.
“Stickin’ it in!”
Okay.
“I sang me a tune the other night ’bout a woman with a big ass who made poor decisions!”
Which one was that?
“All of ’em! Ain’t no one wants to hear no diamonds refractivatin’ and all that hoodoo! ‘Lady in velvet.’ Who the fuck wants that? Take that velvet off and let the ol’ Pig get sloppy with them titties! Now there’s a song!”
Can’t argue, Pig. Got any plans for Christmas?
“Gonna find me a dark-hued lass and jingle her bells jus’ a little.”
Merry Christmas, buddy.
“And happy Jew-Christmas to you!”
Amen.
I was with my wife’s family for Christmas a couple of years ago and let me just say, it was the most Norman Rockwell Christmas I’ve ever had. I mean, no ham, but I’m a vegetarian anyhow. Also, a Buddhist.
I gotta admit, part of the reason I went vegetarian was to make it easier to eat kosher to impress a different girl.
Anyway, have a merry one enthusiast!
Mickey must have turned him on to the guiro.
One ton of guiro
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sqm6sAiAd0o
Nice.
I find that sort of thing relaxing.
At first I thought it was a Maxwell House commercial.