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well mystic, i don't know just where you are but you don't seem to gripe about it much. good man.

i do know you didn't wind up where you should have, in a rambling ranch house on the outskirts of san antonio. the longhorns over the mantle in the billiards room have a pair of stetsons dangling one from each tip, your slate grey hat with the black band and mexican silver filigree ornaments and the white one belonging to your lifelong ace henchman "shorty". the two of you hooked up when you were the backup quarterback and he was the right guard in reserve and you've had each others back ever since. he's cut you in on every deal he ever made and gotten a piece of all your action. the paperwork for your eight digit portfolio is in the wall safe behind the signed photo of farrah fawcett that opened the gate to a three night stand back when she was splitting up with lee majors. your third wife, blond, buxom, in her fifties but she could pass for thirtyeight is in the living room with shorty's old lady but she'll stick her nose in to see if you need anything. which you don't. you've got a pal, a game of snooker, brandy and cigars, the alimony is paid up, the three daughters are married, two of the boys are through school, the youngest has a baseball scholarship at SMU and your close friend willie nelson is on the victrola.

but that's not where you're at, is it?

because one pleasant afternoon in 1956 you were horsing around with the guys and a man who had The Whole Lone Star Ball Of Wax in his hip pocket walked up to you, told you you had what it takes, offered the opportunity to play ball with him and you said "no"

would you please tell the class the man's name?

Aw man, Bird. You hit so many nails upon head. But sheesh, brandy? C'mon, man, c'mon. Cognac!!

And I'm presently in the Rogue Valley of southern Oregon. Ore gon. Ore all gone to a bank in Beverly Hills in somebody else's name.

And speaking of Willie, here's one for you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8A9Y1Dq_cQ&ob=av2e
 
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Music and love. Enjoy your coffee, friends.

Critique: he is holding the bow like a violinist, not cellist, and it is NOT perpedicular to the "strings," as it should be for optimal sound production. His left hand is in no configuration I recognize as good cello technique either. To summarize, his sound is crappy and out of tune. But at least he is having considerable fun.
 
talk about a pair to beat a full house

the local country station has an oldies program sunday morning eight to noon and three shows out of four will include "seven spanish angels". the man in black's "sunday morning comin' down" also lands on my g-spot. and they always play two or three or four patsy cline tunes. but the cheap sleazy ignorant bastards hardly ever pony up any hank sr.

ok. i'll go edit the post. brandy out. cognac in. now will you tell the class the name of the man who approached you?
 
the local country station has an oldies program sunday morning eight to noon and three shows out of four will include "seven spanish angels". the man in black's "sunday morning comin' down" also lands on my g-spot. and they always play two or three or four patsy cline tunes. but the cheap sleazy ignorant bastards hardly ever pony up any hank sr.

ok. i'll go edit the post. brandy out. cognac in. now will you tell the class the name of the man who approached you?

Did I say something about an approaching man? What'd I say?
 
Critique: he is holding the bow like a violinist, not cellist, and it is NOT perpedicular to the "strings," as it should be for optimal sound production. His left hand is in no configuration I recognize as good cello technique either. To summarize, his sound is crappy and out of tune. But at least he is having considerable fun.

Hey, Winston.....He's just fiddlin' around. I ain't never seen a cello like that one.
 
I been thinkin' this is the porn thread for quite a while now. :confused2:

You are quite "right"--I wish this thread was on the SHSBC when I had to listen to hundreds of hours of the fat fellow fart away....soft porn trumps the fat farter any day and in any way....
 
I am the one on the left. In my dreams. Just celloing or something away. Who's Winnie? Too much significance, dammit :)
"Soft Porn", FDA (just felt like bringing that one up), who cares?! Going to bed thinking warmly of you all. :)
 
Did I say something about an approaching man? What'd I say?

it was 1956, you were playing flag football with your chums and you uncorked a bomb that hit a streaking receiver in stride and The Man had been walking by and he stopped to watch and he came over and told you he could teach you how to do that every time. it was a magic moment, the sandlots are where the legends are born. if you had given him what you then turned and gave to tulpalips it might have been a mentor/protege thing on the order of king oliver/satchmo. it might have been going out as a senior going into the cotton bowl at 10-1 against an undefeated topranked crimson tide, stepping up in the fourth quarter down 40-23 and it ends 44-43 when with 37 seconds on the clock you scramble sixteen yards, smack dead center into the 'bama safety at the three, drive him into the endzone and you tell the story a thousand times, how you dropped back and flashed on the ball in your hand and it felt like the pigskin was glued to your fingertips then you saw a lane open up...

you know how many deals you can close in texas with a story like that?

all of them.

ahh mystic, you might have helped The Man stick it to The Bear.

now if you would be so kind as to tell the class his name?
 
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