Or so I think. You know I'm in this posh and tony country club. Well it's 90 some degrees out, so I figure I'll head to the pool. By the time I drink enough beer, pack the cooler with more beer, grab my smokes, towel, etc. it's now dark. That's all right. So I'm siting there with beer in hand, feet dangling in the hot tub and I see this truck drive by very slowly. With some sort of spot light on. (not like the ones the cops use, but still bright enough.) Next thing I know he backs up and now the light is shinning straight on me. (I'm the only one there)
So I wave.
Dude guns it and peels out. Oh, this is good I think. I *feces* you not, I think "I can't wait 'til Barney Fife comes to ask me if I belong here."
Didn't happen. Seriously 3 minutes after
Fall Guy in his pick-up and spot light pulled away, the
AirWolf chopper came across shinning a CEOTTK type spotlight on me. I laughed so hard. So of course I waved.
Sat there forever and nothing ever happened. But my point of this post is, while I was waiting for my face to be buried in the concrete by local P.D., C.H.P., F.B.I., M.I.B., or God forbid Palm Valley Country Club Security, I was listening to Red, Red Wine.
So, seriously. WTF do those lyrics mean?
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line
The line broke, the monkey get choke
Burn bad rizla pon him little rowing boat I dig the song, but come on.
This ain't like
Men Chunder.
