in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but sure enough I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.

12/8/2007 1:20:10 PM

yo holmes to bel air?

12/8/2007 1:24:01 PM

Gordon Street? Ah, yes, Gordon Street. I use to know a girl who lived there, when I was young. Not a day goes by that I don't think of that girl and the promise that I made which I will always keep. That one perfect day on Gordon Street. That's uh five blocks up, two over.

12/8/2007 1:24:36 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dY14iT6VTY

12/8/2007 1:32:32 PM

^hahahahahaha FLORIDA PASSPORT






Ok, we've had some word that there is some bad red rope licorice circulating in the crowd. Please stay away from the red rope licorice. Do not bite any off or chew it. It could cause potential emergency...

12/8/2007 1:37:47 PM