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I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal ( Read more... )

I bought a Ukulele.

"I wanna play on my ukulele
I just want to give it a whirl
So if you wanna play my ukulele
You can be my ukulele girl"

It's a work in progress, but I think it's looking like a hit.

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   The trampoline: child's play-thing or vicious backyard killer? You be the judge.

So the other night Dave, Jim, this crazy girl and I partook in a midnight trampoline adventure at P's. The thing is, he and his family were in Florida. So anyway, we're jump-lumpin around and all of a sudden we spotted a mysterious man with a flashlight walking ( Read more... )

   So it seems everyone has gone away on vacation, or vacay, for spring break. I, however, remain at home, holding down the fort, if you will. As a matter of fact, I think Dave is the only person who's gonna read this. So Dave, here's to you. For all your years of flatulant hilarity and your insatiable penchant for buggary, I salute you.

  Saturday nighter was so sweet. I journeyed over to the Marx Bros. birthday gala, and to my orgasmic approval the basement was littered with an assortment of instruments. It was a big happy fest of new-age olde school rock. Dave, Jim and I had our reunion with Are You Gonna Be My Girl, Take Me Out, and of course, Zorzy's Waiting. It was so much ( Read more... )