Strummin' my six-string, on my front porch swing...
Stodgy will be extremely pleased to find out that JB opened a Margaritaville Cafe in Las Vegas. And I went and talked LBG out of going there for his honeymoon and to San Fransisco instead. I could totally see my self heading out there. Something like this:
Stepping off the plane:
Clime: Viva!
LBG: Hey, its great you flying out here with us and all, and I know you won't crowd us or anything but... Clime? Clime?
Stace: Where'd he go?
Guess I'll have to stag it out there and hit sin city at about the time Stodgy goes feet-dry...
Stepping off the plane:
Clime: Viva!
LBG: Hey, its great you flying out here with us and all, and I know you won't crowd us or anything but... Clime? Clime?
Stace: Where'd he go?
Guess I'll have to stag it out there and hit sin city at about the time Stodgy goes feet-dry...
3 Comments:
you're glad you talked me out of it? you really do live in another world, don't you. man, you have got to leave your room more often.
No Einstein. I'm kicking myself for talking you out of vegas...
you didn't talk me out of vegas. we decided where we wanted to go on our honeymoon. not you.
Post a Comment
<< Home