Balls and Walnuts
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Zappa vs. Zappa
| Released Weasels Ripped My Flesh in 1970 | This weasel’s claws ripped my flesh in 2007 |
| Only in it for the money. | Only in it for the ferret chow. |
| Once appeared on Dance Fever | Every night’s a weasel war dance! |
| Never ate his excrement on stage* | Never ate his excrement. Not intentionally, anyway. |
| Son named Dweezil | Son of a weasel |
That’s it for tonight, folks. As usual, I thought, “Gaaaah, I’m so tired, I need to do something easy. Hey, THIS idea would be easy!”
An hour later . . .
D.
*From Wikipedia:
An old rumor states that at some point in the 1960s, Zappa once won a gross-out contest against Alice Cooper, by eating his own excrement on stage. Zappa denied the claim, stating, “For the record, folks; I never took a shit on stage and the closest I ever came to eating shit anywhere was at a Holiday Inn buffet in Fayetteville, North Carolina, in 1973.”
…and now I’ve got “Catholic Girls” running ’round my brain!
Good heavens, you were FAST!
and oooh, I lurve “Catholic Girls.”
You bastard. I laughed so hard I wet my pants. Ultra fine post, Doc.
The ultimate compliment, even better than keyboard-spew: incontinence.
Funny as hell, but I wasn’t in any real danger of myself until I read the last line from that Wikipedia quote. I live 20 miles from that Holiday Inn and I have eaten in the restaurant. Once. I spent the entire night in the bathroom!
I meant to say “in any real danger of PEEING myself.” Apparently I am so tired that my brain is on autopilot and it is censoring my naughty speech for me.
And it just occured to me that there are two Holiday Inns in Fayetteville, but I am almost positive I know which one he was talking about.
LOL! Now I gotta go take a leak before I pee myself.
Zappadan is mere weeks away. Weasels welcomed.