Lammycat

Just remember: the first days are the hardest days,

The guy certainly has opinions on DPs but using terms like "unbearable," and "useless," and " single finest, most impressive jam in the entire history of the Grateful Dead" make me take his opinions with a grain of salt.

I read 70 bags (about 50 unopened), with some being of strands out of circulation for a few years now. Doesn't really seem too excessive for someone who had a problem with the drug, considering how easy it is to get and how wealthy he was.

Stir Fried w/ Michael Kang from SCI....

Turn on: Intercourse with my honey Turn off: Hitler enthusiasts

Not youtube but this early Hot Tuna stuff needs to be heard. Water Song: http://www.paste.com/video/hot-tuna/1012315

Turn on- a dime Turn off- the lights

I really like this tune, but really?: Don't sit next to me in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Who's that bouncing on your knee Could it be my baby bumble bee

I believe in miracles Where're you from, you sexy thing, you sexy thang you I believe in miracles since u came along, you sexy thing Where did you come from, baby How did you know, I needed you How dod you know I needed you so badly How did you know I'd give my heart gladly Yesterday I was one of the lonely people Now your lying close to me, making love to me I believe in miracles Where're you from, you sexy thing, sexy thing you I believe in miracles Since you came along, you sexy thing Where did you come from, angel How did you know I'd be the one Did you know your e

Danger in the shape of somethin' wild Stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child No one knows who she is or what her name is I don't know where she came from or what her game is Hot child in the city Hot child in the city Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty Hot child in the city So young to be loose and on her own Young boys, they all want to take her home When she goes downtown, the boys all stop and stare When she goes downtown, she walks like she just don't care Hot child in the city Hot child in the city Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty Hot child in the city Come on down to my place, baby

Baby when I met you there was peace unknown I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb I was soft inside there was something going on You do something to me that I can't explain Hold me closer and I feel no pain every beat of my heart We got something going on Tender love is blind it requires a dedication All this love we feel needs no conversation We ride it together, uh huh Makin' love with each other, uh huh Islands in the stream that is what we are No one in between how can we be wrong? Sail away with me to another world And we rely on each other, uh huh From one lover to another, uh huh

I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist And a round thing in your face you get sprung Wanna pull up tough 'Cause you noticed that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearin I'm hooked and I can't stop starin Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take yo picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got makes m-m-me so horny Ooh, Rumpo Smoothskin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupie I've seen her dancin' To hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet Got it goin'

“It’ll be great to see the old gang again, Potsie, Ralph Malph, the Fonz.” – Homer Simpson “That was ‘Happy Days’.” – Marge Simpson “No, they weren’t all happy days, like the time Pinky Tuscadero crashed her motorcycle, or the night I lost all my money to those card sharks and my dad Tom Bosley had to get it back.” – Homer Simpson

"Visions..." is likely my favorite Dylan tune, lyrically (next to "It Takes a Lot to Laugh," ...). GD always did a really nice version of it, too.

Zappa has A LOT of terrible. juvenile-esque lyrics. I realize it's kind of his "thing" and all, but I remember being 13 or so and putting Sheik Yerboutti on the turntable for the first time and, even at that goofy age, cringing a bit at some of the lyrics.

Why do you hate Dylan?

I agree on Desolation Row. great tune, great lyrics.

C'mon! It's Jersey! You've likely already had it a few times and didn't even realize it!

I'll eat his hat and pants if that happens. And, wash it down with a a few gallons of really good beer.

Ok, then how about master of the Baroque style, Johann Sebastian Bach.

It was too cold to even consider leaving? Man....

They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida....

You should move down to Florida. Bowl yourself a perfect game. Cut off your leg down in Florida, child. Dance one-legged off in the rain.

Not to mention that house likely smells to high heaven.