I once offered Amanda Shires one of my balls.
I did not know who she was at that particular moment. Not that I would have withheld my offer if I had. My balls were delicious.
Also, they weren't my balls, they were Annie's. But she gave them to me and possession is 9/10ths of the law! And it's a funnier story if I say I offered her my balls.
So far, the album is pretty good (three songs in).
Someone asked about my elephant necklace yesterday. I didn't expect to have to fight my emotions when telling the story of TGB's cancer and a Jason Isbell song hitting me in the place where my heart would reside if I had a heart. But I did.
OOhhhh, Pale Fire is mucho bueno. Yeah, I am digging this record.
I think I have razor burn on my balls. My real ones, not the delicious sweetness I offered Ms. Shires. Which she rejected. More balls for my mouth!
This is my favorite on the new album. I'm not crying, you're crying!