for Bruno (kinda...)
mom: if you could bring either SRV or Hendrix back from the dead for a one hour guitar lesson, who would you choose?
me: well, both would be stoned the whole time, so what difference does it make?
mom: hmm.. how about from someone else, like Clapton, or Beck, etc. Ya know, someone still living?
me: Clapton's washed up, Beck sucks my anus, blah blah blah.. hmm.. i guess.. how about Jimmy Page?
mom: DOESN'T HE PLAY KEYBOARDS?!
me: *sigh*
I think she's stoned. All day long, she's been saying things that make absolutely no sense at all.
PS.
Once upon a time, my family and i were at red lobster and there was some old bastard sitting at the table next to ours, telling stories that went on and on and on with no end in sight (kinda like mine). Anyways... this fellow started talking about the Beatles. "The Beatles made some songs that make ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. Sometimes they would just throw things together, like that one where their like "The movement you need is on your shoulders." (hey jude) What's that s'possed ta mean, YA BUNCH A STONERS? {{{ITS YOUR FUCKING BRAIN YOU MORON}}} And then Strawberry Fields.. WHAT, DID YOU TAKE A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH ACID, LENNON OLE PAL?! {{{ITS THE ORPHANAGE LENNON USED TO HANG OUT AT, FUCKER}}} ARRRRGHHHH. i cant go on...