I finally struck a
deal with the sheriff's department. Read it and weep:
The Denver Sheriffs'
Department wishes to cease negotiations. We hereby agree to supply
you with 175 pounds of chicken, beef, or shrimp in a clean black bag
as per your request.
This is "settlement
meat" which is intended to end your claim stating that Denver police
officials stole from your possession a crystal sphere containing
damp socks at the intersection of Washington and 11th avenue, near
our downtown headquarters, which your picket signs and banners
describe as "The Bermuda Triangle of Missing Damp Socks In Crystal
This is not an
admission of guilt, but an attempt to stop the harmful nature of
your accusations and constant picketing near our premises. The meat
will be delivered to your home by the end of this business week.
Please do not contact us about this issue again."
Review - here's some out takes and zany bloopers
from 2007 which never saw the light of day. Probably for good
reason... but you should see the box of shit I'm not posting. I recorded a song called "Tuck It In, Mama" for example.
Here's the words: "Tuck it in, mama, tuck it in..... Tuck it in,
mama, tuck it in..... Tuck it mama baby tuck it mama baby mama, tuck
it in mama mama, tuck it in."
Not - I promised my mom I'd never do a song with a whistle solo.
I Like You A
Lot - I kinda wanted to finish this one, but hey... that's why
God invented the fade-out
We'll Be Friends
Again Tomorrow - Supposed to be a duet with my sister.
Happens Here - I recorded this the day Bob Barker stepped down.
That's all I remember