In 2008 I was managing The Beggars’ Guild and booked a gig in south Georgia. The bar, the name escapes me, was a small town soldier bar and seemed right up our alley. “This”, as I emphatically stated with waving arms and supercharged emotion to the band, “was the perfect bar for TBG. This could be our home away from home!” Well, not so fast there Tits McGhee.
Headed to the studio for the final mixdown of the record. I can smell the finish line!
To Whom it may concern,
I will pray for whomever and whatever I feel like. If I want to pray for the crack in the sidewalk then I will get on my knees and pray for that crack to be gone in the name of Jesus. If I want to pray for the fallen in Paris then I will do so. No one owns my emotions but me..and sometimes I am unable to fully understand what makes me feel the way I do. The same goes for hashtags. I will hashtag #meatballs and I will hashtag #PrayForParis and it’s really none of your business. #GetYoFaceOutMyPrayersandHashtags ∞
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*** DON”T MISS IT ***
I will be joining The Last Waltz Ensemble TONIGHT for two songs celebrating the works of Bob Dylan (Simple Twist of Fate) and Levon Helm (Ophelia). Don’t miss it. Get your tickets now!!! — at Smith’s Olde Bar. ∞
Never try to have a staring contest with a newborn. It is one of the weirdest things you’ll ever do. By the time it’s over you will question your very existence….and that baby will own a piece of your soul. ∞
Your future employer WILL judge you by the things you post on the internet. The internet is forever. Think about that before you press the button…every time. If your mom and dad shouldn’t see it…don’t post it.
I can sometimes be captain obvious with my advice to my 3 amazing girls. These are 20 things that I think about but don’t think I’ve ever said.
Note to self. Buck Pizzle is kind way of saying Buck Penis. Yes, the dog treat that Hank got all over my bed, jeans and face is raw Buck Penis. I want to throw up.