What Guys Really Want for the Holidays

Just because the last entry skewed a bit too political, here's a little reminder of what SBL#178 is more about.

Heads Up

Don't want folks to miss this one. Coming soon to a VFW near you.

Slapshot revisited...

Submitted by my ol' cousin I-Dog. Reminds me of an old joke:' What does a Polish girl and a Hockey player have in common? They can both go three periods with out changing their pads'!!!

Anyway, kudos, Big Dog...

The cockiest,dirtiest, most irresponsibe group of athletes in the world. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammate a great story in the locker room. Live the dream until they are 35 and then realize they never made it. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, we are the soul of the universe.
You lace up the skates, strap on the helmet, put on the gloves, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there.... your world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.
So heres to face-offs, goals, assists, breakaways, going top corner, going 5-hole,overtime, cold rinks, early mornings, late nights,on the road, new skates, practice, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling D-men, end to end rushes,big hits, broken twigs, packing bombs, dropping the mitts, wheelin' broads,coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyones last name,the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape,let downs, miracles, and most of all-the game of Hockey.

-Ian McMullin, the king of the cross-check

A new Beginning

I have been working on Bud since last November getting him ready for this day-

Our first ride. This is a picture of Kirk on Bud.

Iggy still gets it done...

I hope I'm still this fucking Whacko when I reach retirement age. It takes a bit of time to buffer up, but the clip is pretty good.

www.v8films.com/_projekte/stooges/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqfFrCUrEbY

Okay, I changed my mind. This is the best thing on the intronet I've seen all week. The Who have never sounded better. Youtube to the rescue again. God, I'm so ashamed.

Happy F'in Easter...

Here you go, you Pagan bastards. This video warms the Cockles of my heart, stone cold as it may be:

http://one.revver.com/watch/18559/format/flv/affiliate/8401

Happy St.Patrick's Day Yerself!

We could use a good man like St. Patrick around here these days. What with his miracle driving the snakes out of old Eire, maybe he could drive some of these UMaine idiots out of Orono so I could at least drive down to the Package Store a little bit easier.

„Ich bin Theodoric, Visigoth Meister vom Reich von Mordor. Du sind Eragon vixens jetzt mein Vergnügen schuftest"!

„Hee hee, ooh ya Theodoric, bist du so tapfer und meisterhaft. Du bist der Meister deines Reichs“!

„Mein mein OH-, das ist ein grosses“!

„Ja, ist es ein lalapalooza gut“!“

Hudson's Annual Barn-Jam: a review

Big Bruce savours a sip of Jack Daniels










Host Tom-Cat Hudson and Dave LaStrange Kareoke-King Ronny, Professor Boylan,
contemplate the virtues of Jameson's and BFC, who is seriously reconsidering
that last Jello-Shot.


Hudson Party (sung to the tune of Ricky Nelson's Garden Party)

I went to a Hudson Party, the other night with some old friends,
to have some drinks and play guitar, maybe catch a little twing,
When I got to the Hudson party, out stepped Dave LaStrange,
he had a guitar in his one hand and in the other had a bottle of James

But it's alright now, I learned my lesson hard,
you can crash out in the barn or you can sleep out in the yard

There was a Strange Brew brewin', with Laura on the Mic,
playing all the funkey songs that everybody liked,
Saw Big Bruce and Buddy Hudson out in the Sparkin' Lot,
then Jean and Jay passed my way and poured me a double-shot

But it's alright now, I learned my lesson hard,
You can sleep out on the couch, or you can stretch out in your car

So I put on my ol' guitar, cuz' that's the reason I came,
played 'em all the old songs, that anybody named,
Played some old Hillbilly, played some funky Blues,
But when I mentioned Status Quo, I knew I was bound to lose

But it's alright now, learned my lesson well,
if you want to play 'Pictures of Matchstick Men', y'gonna have play it y'self

The sun was nearly coming up, figured it was time to go,
then Tom-Cat poured me another shot that put me to the floor,
If you go to a Hudson Party, I wish you a lot of luck,
but you better bring your sleeping bag, you'll probably wind up sleepin' in your truck

But it's alright now, I learnt my lesson well,
You can sleep upstairs with the dogs, or you can crash out with Ol' Tom
La in da da da, la in da da da, somethin' somethin' da da

I got invited to this years annual Hudson Barn Jam and, let me tell you, this reporter was very exited. I got my gear, loaded it into my brandy-new Saturn and hit the highway. I had the MC5 kicking out the jams and life was good. I arrived promptly at 7 and commenced to swillin'. Big Bruce got the evening started by shooting of his homemade cannon, and before long the usual line of suspects started arriving. The music started and, as usual it was top-shelf. Speaking of top-shelf, the Jack Daniels Select Buddy Hudson brought was most savory, as was the selection of well-timed late night snacks provided by Hostess Laura Hudson. Somewhere on into the night, whether it was from the Jello Shots or from the second-hand smoke from the Sparkin' Lot, things got a little 'Jimi Hendrixy', and I ended up sleeping with Appolo and Luna on the Dog-Bed. I awoke a couple of hours later, about breakfast, to see Ol' Tom, Dave and Ronny talking Geo politics out in the barn, still alive and kicking. But it was off to work for me, with fond memories, albeit vague ones, and very much looking forward to the next Hudson event.

BFC out!