I got the blues !!!!!
 

:rant: Here we go ,
I got the late summer , dog days , hotter than HELL, sweating my ass off , ball sack sticking to my leg blues !
I got the working TOOOO damn much , for TOO damn little ,with no damn help worth a fuck , for folks that don't give a FUCK , because I give SOOO much of a FUCK , boss talking to me like i am a lazy do nothing asshole , (but he knows better ) blues .

WAAAAAA!!!!! :bawling:

Some body change my PAMPERS !!!!!!!

:help: :fuse: :drool: :mecry: :madhop: :violin: :banghead: :bonk:


That is all !!!!!

I'll send the ax murderer over to put you out of your misery. :eyebrow:

I think that what zippy actually needs is to have Elspode play him a classic blues guitar "Dah-dah-di-dum" for emphasis before each comma.

na, september 23rd is just around the corner and you WILL be enroute to my farm brother. relief is eminent!

Directions please?

Many years ago, my roommates and I got into a thing where we were making up blues songs about trivial things. Of course, all lyrics were preceded and/or followed by "nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh", as all blues must be. This went on for several weeks.

One night, we were sitting around watching TV, and a commercial came on TV for Warheads, one of the first really incredibly sour candies that hit the market. We had been sampling them from time to time, and so were familiar with them. Rick, my roomie and buddy since we were teens, looks over at Carrie and I and says, "I gave my parents a Warhead...", and out of the clear blue, we both went "nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh."

It was funny then. You had to be there. Really. See, he wasn't expecting it, and neither of us knew the other would do it, and...

Okay, maybe it wasn't that funny.

I'm laughing on the inside. Really.

Hell, I'm laughing on the inside and the outside! :lol2:

Once upon a time in Philadelphia ...

Back when John DeBella was the leading DJ in Philly Morning Radio on WMMR's Morning Zoo (formerly the DeBella Travesty), he would have a blues song contest. Callers would get the "nuh nuh nuh nuh" played for them, and they would perform their impromptu blues. The bluest of blues singers would receive an Attack Pack (a small duffel bag crammed full of logo gear from the station) and some other goodies, like restaurant gift certificates.

right smack dab in between Seguin and Gonzales Tx. on Hwy. 90A
:beer: :rattat: :nuts:

do I sence a nother hunter joining the party ?????