I'm throwing my hat (possibly some sticks) into the ring for a run to be president of the USA.
I figure that being almost everyone west of the east coast is running that I might as well jump on in.
My 1st debate is with a guy that lives in a box over a subway grate in NYC.
Our debate is going to be about whether beer ( a necessity of life as we know it) should be covered under Medicare, Medicaid, or how much the lady in our life will let us spend on said items, so our debate will start there.
He believes that Thunderbird should be included in that while I think that Wild Turkey would be the better choice
I'm also going to talk about breaking up the Bish-Spaz monopoly on drums. The own 87% of all drums made since the Civil War and, like Bell Tell and both my marriages, should be broken up. Both Cailyn and Mrs Bish think this is a good idea and both are considering having a auction for both Bish and Spaz. The auction will start at $.25 and they figure that $5.00 will probably be as far as anyone will go. If not, they will be brought to the local shelter to see if anybody will adopt them. They are housebroken to a point and have all their shots, so having them adopted shouldn't be a problem.
Mrs Bish and Cailyn (who, by the way, obviously have the patience of a Saint, several to be exact) have been waiting for the day that they can play the" Sounds of Silence" and have it actually mean something.
In closing, 1 does not see tuba players with 1,437 tubas in their home, and having a long talk with Tom about shutting down the "Girl's R Us" thread.
I will be running on the "I'm not quite sure what the hell I'm doing ticket". My Vice presidential choice is Marc, but he has to learn how to smile or we won't be able to sell this crap. I have $3.65 in our war chest. Should be enough to cover bus fare to the debate.
We have rented out a street corner as we are expecting a crowd of 10 to 15 people. Hey, it's a start.
YOU MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW.
VAE VICTIS
ONCE YOU HIT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU BECOME PERMANENTLY UNIMPRESSED BY A LOT OF CRAP.
I HIT THAT AGE 20 YEARS AGO.
IF DOGS CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN, I WANT TO GO WHERE THEY GO
WILL ROGERS
Hey, you may as well give it a shot. Remember this guy from the 2008 election cycle? He actually made it to one of the televised primary debates.
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Not sure if it was intentional, but he spoke, looked, dressed and acted just like Dracula from the Billy & Mandy cartoons
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-Brian
"Too many crappy used drum stuff to list"
Play the SONG......not the DRUMS!!!
"I think that feeling is a lot more important than technique. It's all very well doing a triple paradiddle - but who's going to know you've done it? If you play technically you sound like everybody else. It's being original that counts." ~ John Bonham
Brian, that is hilarious!
Signature here
Brian, I have no idea why I don't remember that guy.
Our campaign song.
Damn, I wish this song was out when I was gigging. It would have rocked every club we played.
Last edited by rickthedrummer; 05-24-2019 at 12:19 AM.
YOU MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW.
VAE VICTIS
ONCE YOU HIT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU BECOME PERMANENTLY UNIMPRESSED BY A LOT OF CRAP.
I HIT THAT AGE 20 YEARS AGO.
IF DOGS CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN, I WANT TO GO WHERE THEY GO
WILL ROGERS
Marc, you have got to get that on video! I want to hear that.
YOU MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW.
VAE VICTIS
ONCE YOU HIT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU BECOME PERMANENTLY UNIMPRESSED BY A LOT OF CRAP.
I HIT THAT AGE 20 YEARS AGO.
IF DOGS CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN, I WANT TO GO WHERE THEY GO
WILL ROGERS
Given the current field of incompetent idiots (both parties), rickthedrummer would easily get my support.
Gretsch USA & Zildjian(What Else Would I Ever Need ?)
YOU MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW.
VAE VICTIS
ONCE YOU HIT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU BECOME PERMANENTLY UNIMPRESSED BY A LOT OF CRAP.
I HIT THAT AGE 20 YEARS AGO.
IF DOGS CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN, I WANT TO GO WHERE THEY GO
WILL ROGERS
YOU MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW.
VAE VICTIS
ONCE YOU HIT A CERTAIN AGE, YOU BECOME PERMANENTLY UNIMPRESSED BY A LOT OF CRAP.
I HIT THAT AGE 20 YEARS AGO.
IF DOGS CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN, I WANT TO GO WHERE THEY GO
WILL ROGERS
Don't shoot the messenger but have to close this thread and you know why. Too easy to 'go there' and a couple already did. It only goes downhill from here. Sorry guys... closing the thread. See forum rules.
P.S. Rick, go for it!
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