lost: my ability to write anything of substance

[wickedflea]

I woke up this morning with a powerful hankering for bratwurst. I hadn't had bratwurst for probably four years. But I had me some fuggin' bratwurst tonight, eh. And it was most excellent.

I'm now taking offers for Situations. Whatever ya got--make me an offer. Cabana boy/love slave? I'm there. Seafood clerk at your local fishmongery? Sign me up. Leading man in your production of Death and the Maiden? Sho thang. I'll do pretty much anything but watersports and food service. Oh yeah, and dancing. Wicked Flea does not dance.

If I ever form another band, the first order of business will be to work up "Into the Void." Any band worth its salt should be able to tune down to C# and rock the funky Sabbath before they learn to do anything else.

I have the windows open and it smells like SKUNK up in here. When I lived in southwest Virginia, I thought that was the skunkiest place on earth, but it's got nothing on Connecticut. There, I only smelled skunk when I got on the road, but here it's quite common for me to smell skunk in my apartment here.

I've known at least one person who likes the smell of skunk. WTF? Muphugga probably likes the smell of funky ass too.

Comments

[mipplet.livejournal.com]

My friend Sharon LOVES the smell of skunk. It's very disturbing.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Very disturbing. Don't make no sense to me.

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

My best friend loves the smell of skunk and gasoline. She's an odd one indeed.

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

After going by a pig farm in Illinois, I can deal with skunks. No problem.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Heh. I remember there being a big controversy about pig farms (and their accompanying stench) in my hometown in MS. At one point some kids from an environmental group at the college took it upon themselves to set the swine free, sneaked onto a pig farm, and opened the gates. But it kinda backfired. The pigs ended up stampeding all over one another in the rush to get out, and a bunch of them died.

Mmmmmmmm, bratwurst.

[sarcasmosis.livejournal.com]

after living on a pig farm in illinois, i can appreciate skunks.

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Damn! And here I was, about to offer you a job in my new naked watersports bar.

[dichotomous.livejournal.com]

Cabana boy/love slave? I'm there.

*muses*

I'm stealing the word muphugga from you. Muphugga.

[bellastrega.livejournal.com]

whadja make yourself sick on bratwurst? where are you?