The grand old men of New York City novelty music (if 15 years of stupidity makes us old), Cab City Combo proves that getting the music produced doesn't mean that anyone will ever listen to it. Well, Dr. Demento did play us a bit, and Jello Biafra said some nice things about us, and Bermuda Schwartz too, but that's it. Many of the novelty radio shows that have played us have gone the way of the dinosaur...and that doesn't mean showing up as a purple felt replica that markets to pre-teens. Okay -- tell the truth, we're pretty cranky nowadays. But for some reason we're still producing novelty music. Granted, the distinction between genuine novelty music and today's alternative bands with witty lyrics comes down to how good we look in leather pants, and how much hair we have left. And in my case, that's 'not too good' and 'hardly any'. Oops, cranky again. Isn't curmudgeonliness wonderful? Now get out of here, you lousy kids!!
Something important in my bowl was repelling the cereal, forming a ring around it. I only nibbled at my cereal while grieving about my loss of hair and lack of shame.
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Old Chen Fak Hi You and that's all you get. No muffler at junkyard. Retro-fit some shit, smoke comes out. Shit! Old Chen get drunk. Tired of old shit car. Buy some good Jap car and live on beach. Tired of this shit, OK?
It's a fractured fallacy to engage in 'what have we here?'. 'Is' is what it is, only and evermore. Suck it in, rub out your eyes, and try to elicit some adaptability from your otherwise rigid soul. If the only hearty thing on the menu is lamb pudding, say "Good! That's a tasty treat!" Quell the gag response and move forward. Better and more accessible nutrition will be obtained through the ingestion of the liquified 'bah-bah' than by ingesting the napkin, though that may seem momentarily preferable. Wise choices always make wise men.
I found a little white thing behind the fridge this morning. It was hissing and spitting. I heard it, so I called the super and he came right up to remove it. Back in my day, I could take care of such a situation. Old age makes that very hard. Hell, I can't move that refrigerator anymore! It was a dear little thing, but it was suffering so Ramon said, "Mr. Heller, look away", and then the noise stopped. I felt bad, but the squeaking and spitting was driving me crazy! Now I can get on with my day.
ONCE MUSTAFIO CAME TO MY SALON FOR A HAIRCUT. HE DIDNT LIKE IT AND REFUSED TO PAY AND MADE A SENE. SO I HELD A BLANKIT OVER HIS HEAD WHIUE THE GIRLS TOOK TURNS HITTING THE BASTRD WITH A BASEBALL BAT. IWE HAD A BLANKIT PARTY ON HIS HAED
**well, i'll fess up. i was a member of cab city combo when it was still about the music, man.
drugs and chicks have changed a once pure group of idiots...probably for the better**
The drug use started with the helium elves on Santa Klutz and it is more pure now than it ever was. The drugs, no I mean the music not the chicks... I mean....Right Paul?
Hey that Monkey King is a helluva rip. Perhaps you consider doing the whole thing in Mandarin. A shot across the bow in the upcoming novelty battle for control of the empires?
