Submitted for your approval. The following proposition. I can pin-point for you the exact moment that modern music began.

When Mr. Johnson went down to the crossroad to meet Mephistopholese, he opened a portal that has been ripping wided and wider since.

Since then, people have been making the trek to this spot in the hope that they might be offered a similar contract.(Ozzy, I'm looking at you).

Many are called, few are chosen. (Clapton! Stop interupting).

I have this on good authority, but I can't say any more than this.

What was that? A rustling in the bushs?

I gotta go.......

OK, 668, you're only two away from The Beast, but based on your location, have you seen K-Dog lately? Also, who wins at cards, Bobby Johnson, Rod Serling, Mephistopheles or you?

Hmm.

Many of the posts that have been coming up around here lately make me wonder:

Do people in mental hospitals have access to Metacritic?

Seriously...we've got the neighbor of the Beast, a veteran of some sort of outer space war, and some other interesting characters hanging out here as of late. Makes for some interesting posts...

C'mon, pE, just because you're upfront about who and where you're at doesn't make you any fitter for the Funny Farm. It's we oldtimers who are able to hide our true identities who are really dangerous. Since we're responsible for keeping MC ship-shape, I'll meet you and LT under the Spotted Wolf Owl's Broken Wing at the scheduled time (Cripes, just blew our cover!)

Ixnay onay ethay Ottedspay Olfway Owlsay Rokenbay Ingway, arkmay...

Now Playing: Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle on IFC which is leaving me with a deep seated need for a cocktail and catty conversation...

I realize now that I'm just an old fuddy-duddy with no sense of humor who just doesn't get what all them crazy kids are up to these days.

If you'll excuse me, I've got to put on a bathrobe and yell at the neighbor kids to get off my lawn.

Ah, all the freaks come out to play.

Ya know, if purgatory is like anywhere I'm at, then the street no.s go up in pairs, so this guy must live next door to Beelzebub.

Where is his Lords**t by the way.

Probably of conquerin, some far off dimension in his head.

Are you confessin', burnie, that you live next to Beelzebub?

As far as Lordy goes, I'm in the process of trackin' him down.

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It sure is hot enough.