Friday, June 6, 2008

Hey Mr Tambourine Man — Shut The Fuck Up And Get A Harp

‘Hey man, fancy a smoke?’

‘OK, let's hollow out your head and use it as a chillum.’

‘Brainwave, man. You're like, soooooooo Urethra.’

‘Shouldn't that be Eureka?’

‘No, man. I'm talking Franklin. Greatest darn soul singer ever.’

‘Yeah. Yeah. Hey — what were we just talking about?’

‘Dunno, man. Who the hell are you anyway?’

‘Dunno. All I know is, I got long hair, tie-dyed Geronimo pants — and this here geetar.’

‘Whoa! And I'm like sat here behind millions and millions of crazy African drums!’




‘Are...are we a band?’

OK cats, put your hands together for the coolest sound in San Francisco....The Esoteric Lobsters!

(Thanks to Kiersten, for providing me with something interesting to inflate...)


Kiersten said...

lol...I don't think I've ever inspired that much profanity in my life.

Actually, I probably have, just not to my face.

And naturally, only in San Fransisco.

writtenwyrdd said...

The socks are back!

Was there a link or something?

Whirlochre said...

WW — I partied at EE's last night. Your presence in the cartoon comment trail was sorely missed.

writtenwyrdd said...

I did not know that there was a party so I did not attend.

Glad I was missed, however. ;)

writtenwyrdd said...

BTW, I lived in SF for 12 years. That's like, my home town, even if I did grow up in San jose. Don't diss the homies, dude. (kidding. diss away. SF people don't care what you all think.)