Funny Go Boom!!

Funny Go Boom!!

Friday, April 17, 2009

The Conway Twitty Clock Incident


Oh dear Lord, where do I begin with this one!? Well, at the beginning I suppose. I took a road trip a few months ago just after Christmas down to Indiana to visit some relatives. After an hour of conviviality, and toking some really good sativa, I found myself in the living room where there hangs one of those wood stump lacquered clocks on the wall. Normally, one would think that it was no big deal, but, this clock was different. Shalaqued onto this clock was a picture of country music star, Conway Twitty, at his very best, circa 1970 something. It looked as if the picture was cut from a magazine, laminated and glued onto the surface. His 'fro' had almost a halo around it. After contemplating this image set upon me by the powers that be, I wondered to myself, "Was this done on purpose?" I mean, who, aw fuck it, trying to explain a travesty like that is just not in my realm of experience. Anyhoo, as I sat writing, I kept looking up at it, trying to wrap my mind around this thing, and he just keeps staring at me with that look on his face like he is ready to bust out with that " Hello Darlin' " bit! What really struck me though was the fact that the hands on this clock were attached dead center in the front of his white guy 'fro', (the time was just after 10pm, visualize with me people) giving the appearance that someone had winged the little gold clock hands at him, and by chance, they stuck in his hair just right! It was like it happened and he either did not notice or he did not care. And no, I was not so high that I imagined the entire thing, the clock exists!!! I have seen it with my own eyes!!!! I made sure to check the next morning when I was sober, so there.

To suffer fools gladly


Ah yes, the time has come to unleash my unbridled insanity upon you, the reader. But don't worry, it's 100% freeze dried so it is pretty much harmless. Well, a little about me. ( see profile.) I somehow felt the need to introduce myself since this is my first time blogging, so yay me, I have finally entered the 21st century. I get a pat on the back to administer to myself, and that is better than a slap on the belly with a wet trout, and we all know how much that can hurt! (well, some of us anyway. No questions!!!!) Now, we must enter the realm of what some my find strange, others, boring and yet others, fascinating, and others, funny, and still yet more others out there, (that will never have to read this garbage!) Lucky them! So, take a hit from the bong, pop a pill, poor a drink or get lit on warm Pepsi, what ever your flavor and prepare yourselves to step aboard the Ship Of Fool for a cruise on the wierd and wacky seas of oatmeal that infests my skull. As Dr. Hunter S. Thomson said once, " Buy the ticket, take the ride!" I think were gonna need a bigger boat.