Sunday, March 30, 2014

Drogsters, It has been far too long. Your friends, the self-proclaimed french tickler, t-bone, silly willy, and jmo, have decided it's time to intervene. We are listening to what can only be described as "not Will Smith," whilst seriously contemplating hashing nicknames involving narrowly missed encounters of visages and spunk. If only we could come to agreement regarding the voluminous nature of nearby bosom. We miss the inaugural drogsters considerably, and feel obliged to contribute to their works given that we inhabit their original(?) residence. Boobs. Still working on the remnants of liquor from what once inebriated past residents. If only they'd continued their alcoholic upbringing once embarking on adulthood induced drunkardness. You're grown-up, but not grown up. Ya dig? Writing in pretension is difficult once one's brain no longer functional. Listen to the french tickler. (S)He was almost arrested to blind melon's "no rain." (S)He's the worst. We should drag race! (S)he's never ejaculated on a girl's hair. And regrets it. (S)he didn't say that part. It's implied. That's bad. I don't want to murder her accidentally, with my jizz. LIT. Great band. They're so cool. There's boner-face. Says t-bone. What? Bet you can't stab it through his hand. Bet! Guaranteed. Didn't happen. Don't write that, how's your hand? Tetanus? Big fuckin' deal. Nobody's died of tetanus. The french tickler will touch that cat. (S)he will. Fo' sho. Slap-sho fo' sho'. Sharp boner hiccoughs!!!! hihcups butseriously, i think its pretty clear the jmo (thomas) has had the reigns a bit too long. fer examply, he just lunged at me, inelligantly. for what its worth, he looked good doing. I hope that's how he's remembered. with best regards, silly willy, jmo, teebone, french tickler (gerg valsnoes)

Friday, November 2, 2012

It had to happen eventually.

So.  Here's the thing.  I'm not exaclty drunk, but I'd say that I've hit a level of intoxication that counts for the Drog.  Under normal circumstances, I might not think that I was qualifed to post.  However, this is a special situation, it has been far too long.  This needs to change.  Tonight, some people drank.  Those people talked.  They talked about things.  Those things might have mattered or perhaps they didn't, but you know what.  They sat.  And they talked.  There was no TV.  There was no music.  Just 5 dudes, sittin' around, talking about life.  Did they agree on everything?  Nope.  That doesn't matter.  What happened was a good thing.  We have stuff bouncing around in our heads, we should let them out -- for better or worse.  I enjoyed talking, discourse is good.  Will it lead to anything? Unlikely.  Was it worth doing? Maybe.

So think about that, read the Drog, and have a chat.  You might just like it.

Friday, July 8, 2011

matches

one strike
two strike
three strike
floor.
sometimes they burn.
sometimes they yearn
sometimes they don't know what to do
take em out,
light em up
take what they give,
leave what they don't.
don't ask for anything else.
JB

Thursday, July 7, 2011

one eye open

can only type with one eye. not sure why. went to farmers market ate brisket. went to downtown...it wasss happening. beer garden.. shirly or something. too old. went to lazy dog, met up with folkd. yeah boi. go go gadget wingdrunkemen. lake tahoe wooot. rock out to the free world. bike home, very tired, go to sleep. YEAHYA!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Something something something, give me a rooftop

Many thoughts have been flowing around, and one of them is BRING ON THE ROOFTOP. It's time for summer, it's time for rooftops. Case in point, both th e CM and I have \had unnatural desires for the beauty that is Harpos rooftop this week. Now gratned, i'm 1400 miles away, and yes, i might not make it to tomorrow's happy hour. But shit, when i return in just over a month, this is gonna get real real quick. to all my fellow advocates with pints in hand, I SAY BRING ON THE ROOFTOP. C'mon guys, seriously, BRING ON THE ROOFTOPS!!!! yes, plural.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Ok. So. ITs aPril.

Its the midddle of april and I amdrogging. which is a good thing I think. You know what is gonna be a bummer? When we all go different ways and the drog no longer has a home in CO. But maybe, just maybe, that it when the drog will find its calling. IT will be the home away from home, the place the drunken buffalo roam and the hills are all drunken all day. I don't have much to say, but that I'm proud to be the Crashman and I couldn't have a better bunch of drunken co-authors, no sirreeeeee. To my brothers in arm, I drunkenly salute you. That means trying to put my hand to my head but mostly just hitting myself and falling backwards. Bazinga my brothers, bazinga.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

stupid silverline

so we had to take a cab home that was dumb. but there a was a lot of cake and pie. poonie is a good hting! so is pie. umm... there was beer and cofffee beer and stuff. and we went to shooters and saw a gerg. and there were bunches of people. but there was noone on the dance flor that was dumb. oogh why was there so much cake. and so little ladeez. sheesh there realyl needsto be more interesting shit to drogabaout.

im trying to drog for the jm too. but we just talking shit bout shit. also nwo >>> whatever the fuck seth wanted. lets make lasers. lasser some steak and make deliciousness.

there's a lot of food on the brarin. brain. stooked the ideas! they are for me.

also we tried to kill th epearl st. but there were 100 left and it was hopeless.

ugh ok I'm done there is too much not enogh time left