Mostly checking out the naval piercings and lower back tatoos on the beauties at the bar…
That and what tune comes next in this set…
Mostly checking out the naval piercings and lower back tatoos on the beauties at the bar…
That and what tune comes next in this set…
…beige, I think I’ll paint the belly buttons beige… ![]()
Some things that were bouncing around in my head the other day while playing:
-Need to get my hands on “Drones & Chanters Vol. II” at some point…
-Irvine Welsh’s use of judgement in his novels and short stories: though provocative, there is a direct correlation to Scottish literary tradition in the style of R.L. Stevenson and James Hogg.
-The bit where God turns some poor loser into a fly in Welsh’s “The Granton Star Cause.” That was pretty funny…
-Assorted kinky and naughty stuff from or inspired by Irvine Welsh books. Not suitable for a family forum.
-Parallels between the prophet Muhammed and Martin Luther.
-Tight triplets on B getting rusty. Practice.
-Laugh about the concept of “tight triplets.”
-Does the girl I went out with the other night like me? I think she likes me…But does she like me…?
-If Bush wins the election, should I try and move to Canada, Scotland, or back to Japan? Hmm…Australia wouldn’t be too bad either…
What do I think about. Think?…I’m all brain stem when I play, baby!
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…Ladies and Gentlemen…the Mighty Medulla!! ![]()
Joe…what IS that a picture of in your avatar? Please tell me its not Laurie’s spine?!
It looks like a cervical spine status post anterior fusion with hardware in place. In other words, “he’s screwed.”
The good doctor is correct.
Tis my spine, with plate and screws holding C4 to C5, and C5 to C6. Thanks to last February’s accident, I may need to include a fusion from C6 to C7. But I’m a gonna wait it out as I am not thrilled about a fourth spinal surgery. This however, never ever ever enters my mind when I’m playing.
Look’s like a Taylor chanter to me ![]()
PD.
Twas the nite before the tionol and all thru the house,
not a creature was a sleepin’ ‘cause the baby was cryin’
and yet Patrick was a sittin’ as quiet as a mouse.
An empty pipe case stowed by the doorway with care,
in hopes that The Pipemaker would soon be there.
As visions of Tayloresque danced in his his head,
he realized no sleep this nite was something to dread.
For he’d not sleep the next, nor the next one, two,
all the while playin’ save for trips to the loo.
In need of an image to sate his desire,
he proclaimed with the might of the choir,
“Oh what the heck,
I’ll look at me picture of piper Joe’s neck!”
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Good one Doc.
You know, if it WAS an old Taylor chanter…I might reconsider having a fourth surgery… ![]()
BRA’S THAT ARE MORE THEN A COUPLE OF SIZES TOO SMALL. AHHH
WE THINK ABOUT THE SAME THINGS MR D’ARCY OOOOHHH THE BURDEN OF LECHERY ![]()