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!’

‘Wow!’

‘Crazy!’

‘Yeah.’







‘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...)

5 comments:

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.)