Feeling Lost

[LeeMo]

It was New Years Eve 1973 at the stroke of midnight. I had just finished a guitar solo and looked up to start the vocals for the next verse when some drunk female wrestler tried to lock lips with me. The only thing worse than the excessive moisture was the fact that she grabbed me and the mic stand and the guitar all as one. The ball of the mic busted my lip and loosened a front tusk while the stand played a LoonyToons side up the neck of my guitar. All the while I hear the drums crashing behind me and the song comes to a halt like a train wreck. (the kind with real trains not the amp kind ) I turn to see Bertha's partner in smoochery , Behomouth, has amorously assaulted our time-keeper, taking out most of his kit in the attack.
Happy and healthy New Year to y'all!
LeeMo

[Reeltarded]

Thanks for the giggle, Lee! Best out to you!

[Bob S]

I always wondered where my ex was that New Year's Eve.

[Structo]

Ha, for some reason the big women always tried to this skinny guy home.
I used to have nightmares about that.

Yep, I must be getting old.

Haven't been to a New Years party in years.

I can't even make it to midnight anymore.

I think somebody in my neighborhood had some artillery shells.

Loudest bang I've ever heard. ( and not just one)

I also hear some knuckleheads bustin' caps (shooting guns) which is kind of spooky.

It would a shame to wake up dead in your own bed.......