13 - The Edge (David Howell Evans)
I had a really strange dream about Sally, last night.
Many of you remember "Two Tooth" Sally, I'm sure. She ran one of the best ever hot pillow joints in south Texas, back in the nineteen eighties. Sadly, she suddenly passed away last year from complications related to CED (Chronic Explosive Diarrhea). She was giving some guy a lap dance when she unexpectedly shit all over him and he shot her.
Anyway, Sally always kept a bag of marshmallows handy for the times I'd stop in for a visit. I have a fondness for their sugary softness.
So in my dream she walks up and hands me a five pound marshmallow, winks, and then floats away. Weird, huh?
What's even more weird is I wake up the next morning and my pillow is gone. :smile:
Are you saying Eric Clapton was in love with (and pounding) his own wife, or George Harrison's wife?
The comment left some to the imagination, and frankly neither surprises me.
Are you saying Eric Clapton was in love with (and pounding) his own wife, or George Harrison's wife?
The comment left some to the imagination, and frankly neither surprises me.
The answer is: George Harrison; As My Guitar Gently Weeps; and Something.
Layla, was Georges's wife, who Clapton covit... covert... had the hot's for. :smile:
16 - pete townsend
19 = Dave Gilmore
I think it's about time we got back on topic, don't you?
By-the-way. What is the topic? :smile:
that's right, I said ya mama.