This song reminds me of the late sixties, hanging with the guys, street racing/riding motorcycles, and swilling Coors and Seagrams 7 Sloe Gin at my house on Pepper Tree Lane, Berdoo. Who, besides me, remembers these times? Steve, Happy Birthday! WAKE THE FUK UP! Dennis, you there? George, you with me, little Bro? Gustav, Heads up! BTW, where in the Hell is Nancy Sikes when I REALLY need her? The year was February 1966. I was, as I remember, out on a date with her when Pat went into labor with our beloved son, Jonathan. Rick N. found me (us), and I rushed to Community Hospital. The joke was on ME! Yes, I freely admit it! Im a sleazy fukn P-I-G! (But I was only 17.) Karma calls. Im now going to pay for this and many other things, with my life. So kiss me, Baby, nothing makes ME sick! LMFAO!
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 01:58:10 +0000
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