Geeziz man, tou gotta' get your act together. You've already caused a giant mess at Sinsull's place and now Kendall is talking about dog fighting or something. I didn't know he was into dog fighting....I mean that's really disgusting and cruel to say the very least. Besides, that little quote he used is actually about cock fighting I think.....It's not the size of the cock in the fight, but the size of the fight in the cock. .....I dunno'....Maybe it's about sex........whatever...........

[Spaw's mind runs off in tangenital directions......Cocks, Dicks, Dorks, Peters....Hey....Peter T........Old thread......]

So look here Bro, you gotta' stick around 'cause Peter T. still needs work on the thumb roll and he'll need help going to see his cronies at the "Old Folkies Retirement Home"...........As I recall you wrote it this way several years ago:

Scene from the play "Golden Gaffers With Guitars" by R.Fielding. From the original first draft by K. Laughing.

Rick:(to Peter T.)
"Well, old timer, whaddya wanna do today?
Peter T.
"Well, I've still got to do some work on that double thumb roll, Rick. You did promise I'd be able to play "Eve of Destruction" before I died - and I'm almost 87, so time's running out. We could go for a visit down the street though. Hold on while I get my walker.
Rick:
"If you'd taken my advice and bought that Furannablaster -28, with the 25 1/2" scale and 2 3/4" width fingerboard, you'd have learned it 31 years ago, but don't worry, there's still time, and I don't wanna put pressure on you. How 'bout we drop in on Catspaw 91?
"They hobble down the street".
Rick:
"Hey Paw, are you up yet? Put your teeth in, we're here for a visit."
Catspaw:(from behind door)
"Fawkin' eh! Damn possum asses! (cough, hack) Get offa my property, or I'll sic my imaginary brothers on ya! Now git!"
Peter T: "Poor ol fart, hasn't had a good night's sleep since '98. Hey, let's visit old Mick."
"they knock on Mick's door"
Rapidly Shrinking Mick:
"Faith and Begorrah! Is that you Ulstermen at my door? I'll mop the floor with yez, I'll hit yez on the head with my box of Wolftones records! Jayzus, you've got my blood boilin' now...Arghhhhh!"
Rick:
"Oops, now we've done it! He's had another coronary. I think that's number 23. We better ring old Father Offer to give him the last rites again. I think he's still sitting in that abandoned 56 Chevy, down by the lighthouse looking for Russian subs."
Peter T:,
"This is getting depressing. I was at AnnaP's gathering last week, and all she served was mush. After dinner, everyone fell asleep while Sandy was singing "Tam Lin", and he'd only gotten to the 82nd verse! Even 'ol Max was startin' all his blues songs off with "Woke up this Afternoon..."
Rick:
"I know, let's go see 'ol Aunt Katlaughing. She's always got a positive outlook on life!"
They knock on a gaily painted door festooned with astrological signs and uplifting "thoughts for the day"
Katlaughing:
"C'mon in boys, there's a big pot of Camomile, Exlax, and Viagara tea waitin' for you! Find a place to set a spell. You'll have to move a few of the cats first. Saffo just had kittens, so that makes 265 of the little cuties now!"

Whoops..play ends abruptly as Duckboots yells: "Richard put that garbage out!!"

BTW, the Reg Boys are in jail in Montgomery, Alabama.....don't ask.

Spaw