I asked Iggy Pop if he knew anybody the Rolling Stones would listen to

[Bossy Monkey]

for advice, because I had a great idea for a temporary name change for the band and I thought they should try it. Iggy, who looked inexplicably a great deal like Alice Cooper would after several dozen facelifts, mumbled a litany of many, many bands he thought the Stones respected. I couldn't hear or understand many of these, but ironically one was Aerosmith.

My Dad and I were on a long drive, somewhere between here and Philadelphia. We needed to stop at a mall for something. It was a really big mall. A really, really big mall, even by the standards of my dreams where entire universities tend to be enclosed in one building. I think it was upwards of ten stories high. It was really important for us to find Santa. He was of course on the top floor. He was totally shit-faced and wasn't any help at all.

My shipmates and I had to talk to somebody in some kind of meeting room at a government agency. It went well, very cordially, but as we were getting ready to leave, I realized I'd left all my things under the conference table. Another group was filtering in for another meeting and many of them were women in skirts. I wasn't too self-conscious about being under their table, but had a strong sense that they would be. A young woman wearing pants however got under the table with me and helped me retrieve my things.

On the whole, I don't think I'll be trying another Original Sin cider, gluten-free or not.:)

[old mark]

1. That's nice....

:yoiks:


mark

[Bossy Monkey]

2. Just stay away from the Original Sin and you'll be fine.

The cider, that is, not tasting the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil (assuming that isn't redundant).

[SoxFan]

3. I like eggs

[old mark]

4. See?

Now all is revealed:

I must have died alone

A long, long time ago

:nopity:


mark