Dear Sammy:
where do you go to get tested for your STDs?
Thanks bra,
stevie
Dear Stevie:
The only STD I have is Sammy’s Thick Dong and the only doctor I know is Dr. Feelgood. Stop trying to bring Sammy down with your fears of good times.
Live and Let Die,
SVH
You guys make fun of him all you want, but this truly is the best thing I have ever read. This guy is my fucking hero…
Candlestick cave is this cave underneath the Whirlpool Bridge where mother fuckers like me go to when we need to rock out by ourselves.
I cranked up Iron Maiden’s “Head for the Hills” and listened to what it had to say. I swerved left, then right just to toy with the coppers, faked a turn onto the I-190, then gunned it on down Packard. I saw my boy Axl Mustaine cruising his magical scooter on the side of the road, so I flashed the peace sign at him, but I had no time to shoot the shit at the moment. I crashed through the gate into CECOS Mountain and ducked behind a hill next to the glowing green pool. The cops flew by, but I knew I wasn’t in the clear yet.
I was damn thirsty after my brief chase, so I pulled out my collapsable cup from my dash safe, poured two shots of Captain’s into it, and dipped it into the CECOS pond that was next to my car. I shouted “Bottoms Up” and chugged the brew. My chest began to glow green and it slowly began to spread to my limbs.
MONSTER
I gunned it, and in a flash I was at the cave. I grabbed my axe and entered the cave. It was dark in there but the radioactivity of rock lit me up. I never carry an amp, so I plugged my axe into my soul and began to grind. The earth shook as the heavens spoke through me. Gargoyles with pitchforks cackled their song through the cave as they drank from their keg of blood. Rocks from the roof of the cave began to crumble and fall to my feet. I blacked out as the force of classic rock surrounded me.
AVALANCHE
When I came to, I was standing unscathed atop a pile of rubble. The cave was no more.
Now that I had been cleansed of the soft rock muzak that I had heard at Wegman’s the other day, it was time to take care of business like the Bachman-Turner Overdrive. Every way, Every day. The Trans Am needed a little body work done.
I knew that if I was gonna promote my summer tour, I would need some way to tell everybody all about it. A website would do it, I was sure, and the only way to get one of those to get some decals on my rides. It was off to DeeJay the DJ. He knew how to bring the pain.