Aw, the death of a thread. Such a sad thing, it was so sad when the great thread went down.

When we got to Joe's the Polka dancers had Polkaed them selves silly. Joe looked at me, and nodded to the little stage.

I got a couple fingers of Four Roses, went to the stage, sat down, picked up the old Sears and begun to strum the blues.

"I gots the Hoooooookkkkey Poooooookkkkey Bluuuuuuuuuueees. Down to my Hooooooookkkey Pooooooookkkey Shoooooooooooss".

Man, I tore their hearts out. Nobody could dance to that, The damn Bho-Ran was still, split, right up the middle.