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by dontfeartheringo_Archive
Bo Diddley invented rock and roll.
He spoke 14 languages fluently, and narrowly missed winning the Nobel Prize for Boogaliciousness.
He not only played guitar, but could use one to fly an airplane or perform brain surgery.
If he ever encountered a crying child, he would reach into his hip pocket and pull out a fuzzy puppy, which he would give to the child as a gift. The puppies had magic healing powers, I am told.
He was a saint.
He always paid his musicians a living wage, and he healed their carpal tunnel syndrome by rubbing drops of his sweat on their aching wrists.
He would have lived forever, but we weren't good enough for him.
God rest you, Bo Diddley.
You left us too soon.
Redline wrote:Not Crap. The sound of death? The sound of FUN! ScrrreeEEEEEEE