Tags: Bonerama, self-pity, Soft-core drug addiction, Whining, your mother
“We want DWYFF and we want it now!” he says. “Make me laugh!”
Well the fact of the matter is I don’t have any good DWYFF advice. I don’t have nothin’. In the last couple weeks, Lucy the Dog’s creativity and intellect seems to have run into a brick wall. Coming up with anything to write about has been all but impossible. I am dumb and bored. And still depressed over New Hampshire. It’s pathetic, really.
Not coincidentally, I am no longer using performance-enhancing drugs. In an effort to generate powerful, unstoppable sperm, I have been forced to put down the beer drinks and hash pipe against my will. Now I sit around staring at the walls on Friday nights with nary a thought in my head. So this is how the other half lives. Huh.
Tonight I’ve been given a reprise on the beer drinks. My owner is allowing me one 40 oz. Budweiser. Woop-dee-friggin-doo-dah. I’ll probably crack it open right as Bonerama takes the stage at Tipitina’s in New Orleans for a show that’s being broadcast live on the World Wide Web at this site: Tipitina’s.
If you haven’t seen the Bones and you’re so friggin’ lame that you’d sit home on a Friday night watching a concert on your computer, then you should probably check it out. Or not. It’s your Friday. So do what you feel and blah blah blah.
Are you happy now, Perry??????
UPDATE: The first video I posted apparently couldn’t be embedded or something. It was a sensationsal in-store performance at the Louisiana Music Factory. You can watch it on YouTube here. Below is a performance of the same song but with awful sound quality. Oh well.