and the alcoholic wives simply known as MOTLEY CRUE were all the rage and take'n over the airwaves as well as the tv screens...considered to be the mistresses of ol' hot head himself...Lucifer...the CRUE were corrode'n the mentally unmorally majority of uptight christian societal circles everywhere...from Kalamazoo to Timbuktu...putt'n a bastardly bee in their fuckless bonnets...and i fer one...couldn't have been more happier!
well...lemme back it up by a year...where i could'a been beyond over
the moon (that would be 1985 fer those mathematical challengers still try'na count it out on their lil piggies) when i spent hours wash'n dishes...endless piles of my sibs cloths and scrubb'n the kitchen floor til 3 am roughly...til it was good enough to eat off of it without have'n to contact the Center for Disease Control...all just to get a ticket to the hottest show on the planet that year...in the month of may...the 21st to be exact...MADONNA's Virgin Tour in St Paul, MN...
that was ALL my scrawny lil teenage angst riddled A-double snakes longed for...fer the the next 10 birthdays & christmas's combined (hypothetically speak'n of course...i mean come on...i was a teenager after all)
W-E-L-L...suffice it to say...Joan never even considered my desperate plea...and i was completely DENIED...due to the fact that Joan said "ya ain't goin to see her cuz they do drugs at those concerts" (that is an almost direct quote...from what my feeble lil mind remembers) and of course this was NOT backed up with ANY sufficient evidence what so ever to please me!
it was the 80's...BUTT of course...
the follow'n year i would win 4 tix on a call in contest from K.A.G.E radio
to the bad ass glam gurls of heavy metal "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS TOUR"...and my cuz Dan drove me and bundle of my sibs down in his Sanford & Son truck to see MOTLEY CRUE reek havoc at the Lacrosse Center in Lacrosse WI...
with the other suedo shopko famous alcoholic wives...WHITESNAKE...open'n fer em
i would eventually have to live vicariously thru a VHS version of the M's immaculate show a couple years later...once i saved up enough money from my pop can collection
bike'n all over town just try'na do my part to clean up our fair city of Winona fer some coinage
ANY'WHO'ZILL'DING...it was time fer lil ol' me to take a mini covid vaca
this week...so i thought i'd give ya a lil bit of read'n material to munch on
though i've lost musical contact with the band over the years...i recently fell in absofuckinglute LOVE...with the band's uber talented head bang'n
drummer TOMMY LEE...NO! not cuz i finally got to watch that mini production with his maxi produce department make'n his X wife Pamela Anderson sit and spin like a pinwheel on a hot and windy summer afternoon aboard some boat in the south of France years ago (or wherever the fuck it was) OH NO! it's cuz he retweeted a tweet...which was an exerpt from a lesser unknown common person (that you can learn about from his razor sharp brilliance at amazon.com) who didn't hold back when it came to the current mentally deranged and highly demented IMPEACHED FOR LIFE sociopathetik corrupt lie'n sack of orange anal warts and pig shit disgrace'n the planet and humanity...simply lay'n out and prey'n that he'll be sipp'n sangria outta his colostomy bag this nov. 3rd that i accidentally came across on TOMMY's tweet fer his twatters one rainy afternoon:
and scene...THANK U THANK U THANK U TOMMY fer tweet'n yer twatters with this very pertinent and poignant assessment!
if you can...VOTE NOW...or you better by nov. 3rd to bring back sanity
GET OFF MY DRESS!
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