Happy birthday, mom. Photographic proof that I actually own a Neil Diamond t-shirt.

burun wrote:Happy birthday, mom. Photographic proof that I actually own a Neil Diamond t-shirt.

But do you own a KING Diamond shirt?

tommydski wrote:I did actually get rid of that beard a couple of weeks back. Not all at once though -

It has been the subject of furious debate amongst my friends of which stage I should have left it at.

You did it wrong.
What you should have done was shave the chin area and left the rest.
This is otherwise known as the Chester A. Arthur.


I am contemplating doing this myself so I can show dan mohr up when he arrives on Monday.

Fuck a Chester A. Arthur.



Go for the Martin Van Buren, like me.

Here's an oldie but a goodie:

I don't have the jheri curls anymore.

In my head, I keep hearing the drunken outtakes from Orson Welles' wine commercials when I look at that picture.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=K3qg4i22x9M

Every July, peas grow there.

We know a certain fjord, in Norway.

big_dave wrote:Every July, peas grow there.

We know a certain fjord, in Norway.

I love that one. But nothing gets me like his slurring of "AaaAAAAahhh, the French...champagne....".

Ty Webb wrote:But nothing gets me like his slurring of "AaaAAAAahhh, the French...champagne....".

That was a staple of my live set for years. Never failed to get a laugh.

Ty Webb wrote:

big_dave wrote:Every July, peas grow there.

We know a certain fjord, in Norway.

I love that one. But nothing gets me like his slurring of "AaaAAAAahhh, the French...champagne....".

His scream in that one curdles my blood. It's like he's just had premonition of his own death.