Booty Machine: Daily Experimental Guitar And Bass Podcast

I know him. He's almost a friend, I kind of hang with him sometimes after work. I like to drink beers with him as he has definitely an awesome drunken conversation. You know, he's a cheese mogul, but he stays rather humble in any occasion, even when a few glasses have got there way through.

There are ghosts in my closet. They used to be under my bed, but they needed some privacy.

The queen of all, the ant eaters' fantastic dream of a perfect meal, the purple ant is a ferocious insect. She will devour anyone stupid enough not to arm himself with the finest cutelry. The purple ant is asleep, now is your time to get her.

Hello. My name is Aflonsito. I am a professional salvager and have been called in order to save the day. I heard you've lost a few men salvaging the Bruxellum. I'm not only here to help, but I will solve the problem.

They had been sailors for generations, they lived their lives accross the oceans. No one had ever seen one of the Dunloops get lost out in the sea. Even sleepy Nick, the one who'd sleep in any occasion, was well known for waking up at the right time.

The zoo is a strange place. There are many animals. Some are really funny, some are sad. Soon it will be one of the last place to find the endangered species, one of them being the humpted zebra. Sad it is.

Because I ask you, kindly, to. Drop the gun. It isn't the way to end this story. It's not a solution. I knew giving you this water gun wasn't the brightest of my late ideas, but you must listen to me tonight. Drop it, before it's too late.

As the french say: this road looks like some wind from the freeway (or in the original language, lik un air d'autoroute). This is indeed something that jumps to the eye. Miles ahead, looks far away.

It is a slow season. No ships to cruise, no treasure to hunt. At least the beaches where clean and the sun untamed. For pirates all around the globes this was a slow season. Wait! There seems to be some cargo coming along, all aboard pirates!

An once of water, a drop of the syrup from hell, sorry, I meant the sirup from hell, and your company will surely have one of the most successful beverages to tackle their tongues. Harsh and strong, no cries just highs.

Sun goes up, moon goes down, your hairs grow long, my eyes are rounds. Your mind may be free, I don't feel envy, I am no lord, I have no sword. Believe in them, crabs are friends.

Apple pie. Strawberry fudge. Lemon tart. Candy cake. Red wine, no whines.

Wendy liked her pasta a bit reinforced by the taste of some good old cheddar. There was some left inside the fridge. Old Nathan came in with just perfect timing and said: take that cheddar for granted, not grated, one big piece in your pasta 'll be harder to swallow.

Take the hammer and pound. The nails are in the box below the wedge-saw. You may need some pipes and some joints that you'll find in the upper drawer near the tub. This is some sort of equipment, I can't tell you what it's for.

Yeah baby. Gentle and subtle, he had left the scene. Everyone's got some thoughts at once that tells them the time has come to let the funky flow. Let me pound, yeah, let me pound.

There is no link whatsoever, but it is a well known fact. The drunk chicken with no head had no head and was drunk. Not the contrary.

This is not an old lady's tale. It is true. This is not a myth because many have tried and many have cried. Don't ever do that while in the dark Chuinghuijtutju forest, don't turn around even less without pants. Oooh yeah.

Stone rigid. Steel strong. Concrete force. Unlimited resistance. Meet Mentalsunstone, he is solid as rock will never be.

What did I tell you? Again and again you can't stop. Be strong, just don't let your inner self take over. You know it's impolite. Take a cookie, not two. I know they're good.

Max is an abbreviation for maximum. His name was Max. The day's ending, the sun's gone down, but still he is running, and running. If you tend to be slow, just don't do it so.