Fun Facts
1. I'm driving back and forth to Houston five times in the next two weeks. I hope to add many new cows to my myspace friends list.
2. Wonder Woman clips on youtube make me want to rip my clothes off and scream "FUCK YEAH"
3. My new hobby is to make up improv funk songs while I'm driving, sing them into my cell phone, and then transcribe them to guitar so my band can play them. Two of the new tunes are "Invisible Man" and 'I'm so Sexxxay." Stay tuned for mp3's coming straight to this blog.
4. Robert's story of the day: I was at the Chevron station in Bastrop, adding oil to my car, when an almost cute late twenties white trash rocker girl got out of her Honda and said, "I didn't know you had to do they-uht."
I responded, "What?"
She said, "Add oil to yer car. I thought you just needed gay-us."
I explained, "My caddy uses oil up pretty fast. It's a big car."
She smiled, strangely excited, "Yay-uh, lots uh room for sum sex."
I said, 'Yep, sure is."
Then I got back into my caddy (or sexpalace, if you will) and drove the rest of the way to Houston, all the while haunted by visions of white trash rocker girl thrusting away in the backseat to the beat of Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride," her nails digging into the leather as she screams, "Fuck me like you did at Wal-Mart!"
2. Wonder Woman clips on youtube make me want to rip my clothes off and scream "FUCK YEAH"
3. My new hobby is to make up improv funk songs while I'm driving, sing them into my cell phone, and then transcribe them to guitar so my band can play them. Two of the new tunes are "Invisible Man" and 'I'm so Sexxxay." Stay tuned for mp3's coming straight to this blog.
4. Robert's story of the day: I was at the Chevron station in Bastrop, adding oil to my car, when an almost cute late twenties white trash rocker girl got out of her Honda and said, "I didn't know you had to do they-uht."
I responded, "What?"
She said, "Add oil to yer car. I thought you just needed gay-us."
I explained, "My caddy uses oil up pretty fast. It's a big car."
She smiled, strangely excited, "Yay-uh, lots uh room for sum sex."
I said, 'Yep, sure is."
Then I got back into my caddy (or sexpalace, if you will) and drove the rest of the way to Houston, all the while haunted by visions of white trash rocker girl thrusting away in the backseat to the beat of Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride," her nails digging into the leather as she screams, "Fuck me like you did at Wal-Mart!"