Nugget.
7.5.2k4

The two of them sat at the younger man's desk, examining the 8x10 glossy photograph.  From the uncomfortable chair the supervisor had pulled up, the older man leaned forward and gestured toward different parts of the photo with the eraser-end of his pencil.
"This down here, the red-tinted area, is medium-to-light industry.  Orange is heavy industry," he said, pointing to the orange area at the center of the red.
"Right," the younger man said, "and these various shades of green?"
"Forest.  The darker shades indicate density.  Dark is more dense,"  said the older man.
"And this part here, up at the top?" asked the younger man.
"Ah, that's Canada," said the older man.
"Canada?"
"That's right.  The dotted line," he pointed with the eraser, "the dotted line is the border."
"Uh-huh, I see," the younger man said.  "You mind if I write on this?"
"Write whatever you want.  It's your copy."
The younger man opened a drawer and picked out a black marker.  He removed the cap and began to write tall capital letters on the photo: F U C K I N G  C A N A D A.  Then he underlined it.
The older man watched speechlessly as the younger man wrote "FUCKING CANADA" on the photo.  With a look of bewilderment on his face, he looked up from it and stared at the younger man, who met his gaze.
"Just what the hell are you doing," he asked.
"You said I could write on it," he said.
"I didn't say you could write that on it."
"You said I could write whatever I want."
"Well what are you writing that word on it for?"
"I dunno.  I got nothing really against Canada.  I like beer and hockey and all."

Tonight - Kickin' it SOMA w/ Jesus: The Eagle Drift-in.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!    There's room for interpretation.

Go to Eagle Drift-in.

I know I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Johnson.
7.4.2k4  
 
Ya like skippin' rocks across water?  Me?  I love it.  I enjoy the ritual of carefully choosing the right rock:  Smooth and flat, but with enough weight to put some elbow into.  Sometimes, for kicks, I grab a completely unworthy rock and huck it.  Them round, boxy rocks will indeed skip a couple times, given the proper angle and enough speed.
 
I often find myself feeling a bit sorry for those rocks I hurl into the deep.  I ask myself, "How long did it take that poor iddle-little rock to get up here on the riverbank or beach or lakeside or whate'r ... only to get flung back into the depths from whence it came oh-so-long ago?"  When I find myself feeling for the rocks I feel nothing but disgust for myself.  What a dope!
 
So after 30+ years of skippin' rocks, I paid 'em all back by getting myself skipped across a semi-placid lake, not unlike a skippin' stone.  Went up campin', ya see, and one of the campers had a skiboat with a big 'ol motor and a rope with which to drag a big 'ol innertube behind it.  The innertube had canvas handles and was real slick - it was built for the purpose of being dragged behind a skiboat.  Well I got in and the boat captain took off and GODDAMN is it fun to be dragged really fuckin' fast behind a boat.  In, on, and out of the wake is cool, but my favorite is when the 'tube and its passenger is flung way out beyond the wake.  I tried to get my face close-close-close to the surface of the water, and when I did I immediately felt what it must feel like to be a rock some fuckhead just skipped across the water.  Then, as usual, I thought I was pretty goddamn dorky for feeling like a rock and suddenly I hit a big (big being a relative word) BIG lake ripple and I got thrown the fuck out of the 'tube and right into the lake.  Complete with a facefull of lake water. 

Tonight - Kickin' it North Beach w/ Jesus: Grant and Green.
 
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Now ya might be thinkin', "Why North Beach w/ NO parking and Why G&G?"  Well I'll tell ya:  Founding Member John Metsker suggested the joint because his pal and boss, the immortal bartender Vise Grip, has a wifey that's croonin' at said bar tonight.  Do yrself a favor and Go And See.  I know I will.
 
See you there!
bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Golden Ball.
7.3.2k4 
 
I love how in Windoze when ya have the caps lock key down and yr typin' and you capitalize something and it comes out all fucked up.  Here's an example:  aLAN IS AN aSSpACK.
 
Tonight - Kickin' it dEEP Mission w/ Jesus: Argus.
 
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
 
bye-ee! whrr ... clik!

Multiple Vitamins ... with Iron.
7.2.2k4

Carlos saw Rush at the Hollywood Bowl and said they kicked ass.

Tonight - Kickin' it Mission w/ Jesus: The Attic.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Hans to toss the wadder.
7.1.2k4

What would be more awesome than winnin' the frikkin' lotto?
Is it possible to cook w/ an electric stove?
How many times should I turn this screw?
Why didn't I feel anything?
Will that cat ever shut up?
Doesn't it look nice in Chicago today?
Do I really need that thing?
Where do I buy me some ribs?
Can I get a ride to the bar?
Why did I ever smoke these lousy ciggys?
Is it three o'clock yet?



Tonight - Kickin' it Potrero Hill w/ Jesus: Bloom's Saloon.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Go on over to the bar. Goat Hill Pizza, across the street, ROCKS! Bring yr pals ... I know I will.

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!