Fogerty

Sometimes it only takes one word for you to know exactly what you are gonna get.

It reminds me of a story…

I went to see a Credence Clearwater Revival tribute band with my buddy Half once. In between sets one of the band members was standing near us at the bar, and Half struck up a conversation with him that went something like this:

Half: When ya’ll gonna play “Lodi”?

The Guy: We don’t play “Lodi”.

Half: *with full contempt*  If you don’t play “Lodi” you ain’t no damn CCR tribute band!

My Favorite Cock Fighting Song

You read that right.  I have a favorite song about cock fighting.

There was a time when the only Spanish words I knew were “hola”, “gallo”, “del”, “cielo”, and “borracho” .  That means half of my vocabulary was a direct result of listening to this song.

Now I know all kinds of new words and phrases in Spanish like “¡no!”, “¡parate!”, and “¡suave con gatito!”

“Daincin’ to an Old Buck Owens Sawng”

I’m resting my mind fingers to get ready for a barrage of posts beginning tomorrow night. As soon as a winner is declared I’m gonna turn it on, turn it up, and turn it loose.

For now, enjoy this Dwight Yoakam video from 1990. It features something for everyone: Dwight Yoakam for the ladies, and an El Camino for the guys. I think Sharon Stone is in there too. They dated for a while, right?

Do You Have REAL Game?

There’s really only one way to tell. Gain a bunch of weight, sit on a stool, sing a song that expresses your desire to take an old gray haired woman in curlers and “lay her down.”

If you do these things and have chicks screaming, you have Conway Twitty level game.

If you don’t want to gain the weight or sit on a stool, take it to the karaoke stage on a Tuesday night. If a woman buys you a beer within the next few minutes, you may have Conway Twitty level game. We can’t be sure though…not without the weight and the stool.

I Don’t Feel Like Writing

But these people do.  So go read their posts.

LissaKay on how socialism works.  Notice the guy at the top pays the same amount either way.

BillyMac has fun playing with John McCain’s tongue.  Strange fetish.

Why Libertarians and true conservatives don’t win elections.  Duh.

Seth Godin writes a post about me–too small to fail.  If I had a nickel…

Jen has some thoughts on Warren Buffet’s recent op-ed piece.  My big problem with it is that Warren Buffet has a huge financial interest in bailouts and market recoveries.  Do it because you think you should, not because he thinks you should.

An Anonymous Idiot is begging for more chicks with tattoos.

Just Sayin’ has some ideas on Money and Power.

Stolen bases= free tacos.  Bet on it!  Why can’t someone do this with sub-prime mortages?  What a great way to give everyone home ownership!

If you’re going to be a criminal anyway, don’t pay for the privelage.

Feelin’ Good Again

It’s good when you go on vacation to get away and not think about stupid stuff for a few days.  Of course, if you’re like me, you spend those vacation days thinking about stupid stuff anyway, but it’s different stupid stuff than you think about when you aren’t on vacation.  This vacation was especially good because we had a lot of good friends there too for my buddy’s wedding.

But now that I’m back I’m not really wanting to think about the stupid stuff I missed while I was gone.  I’m not very interested in Joe the Plumber, Sarah Palin on SNL, or anything else political.  My friends and I basically solved all the world’s problems while having some pops on the beach anyway.

I found out it won’t do any good to write in Ron Paul, which is disappointing.  I’m sure he can win without me though. Besides, I would just as soon watch my favorite band sing a Robert Earl Keen song.

Damn It Feels Good To Be a Gangsta

Or a Senator.  Or an investment banker.  Some levity is needed.  I took the liberty of posting the censored version so you can be liberal with the volume at work.

All I gotta say to you wanna-be, gonna-be, bailout-backin’, pork-packin’ prankstas–when the Ѕңїτ jumps off what the ╒ủČК you gonna do?

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

My New Favorite Commercial

LL Cool J is hard as hell.  But apparently he didn’t start off that way.  Rumor has it when he’s alone in his room sometimes he stares at the wall and in the back of his mind he hears his conscience call.