All right, this was not from the last tour, but the one before. Or before that maybe. Shit, sometime in the past three years, is that okay? And yes, it's New Orleans.
Huh...No recollection of this. I was probably off getting buried alive like that guy in "The Serpent and The Rainbow." You all remember that movie right? Yeah...I have no recollection of that movie either. (Goddamn, what is wrong with that blogger guy?) So this is what happens when you go to a sports bar in a strange neighborhood alone on a Thursday afternoon and start drinking beer. The hell else am I gonna do? We're back from tour and I'm thirsty dammit.
Your job: laugh at Zack's package and think about how much fun that old-man-monkey-drunk is having and how much Zack looks like him. Hey, why is that monkey allowed to have a bottle on the street and I'm not. How come when I bring a bottle onto the street the cops tackle me and shove nightsticks in my butt? Huh?
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