There was this party for Robert Mapplethorpe at the Chelsea and there was a shopping cart full of cans of Budweiser rolling around and guys were starting to snap em open. Plus they would drink em. Well then somebody dumped an ounce of boo on the table and cats and kitties got their kicks that way and the beering halted. Well then Todd Rundgren lit a match. He stuck the match down there with the ounce and he was still holding it so's he could get a good fire going without the light going out. There weren't too many matches left. Well no sooner had the ounce fire gotten off the ground than the area was mobbed with grass fans opposed to the blaze. And it wasn't cause they were Smokey the Bear types, it was cause if there was gonna be a fire they wanted it inside a joint. Jesus the world sure has a mile of weird creatures with even weirder preferences! And they were all lined up around the forest fire even though it wasn't a forest. Some people used to call it a forest when it was just seeds and stems -- mostly stems -- because that's the way it looked. This wasn't even a forest, it looked a lot more like lawn mower cuttings shredded up even more. Some people like it like that but Todd saw thru their dumb game and he was having the most fun at the party. There was even a joint made up of a dollar bill with the stuff rolled up in it, if the stuff was gonna get smoked it would have to be under unusual circumstances or over Todd's dead body. And he wasn't gonna die for anybody..."
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