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So YF is the only one following the rules? Sonuvabitch.
 
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I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high, cause I got high, cause I got high

(La da da da da da da da da)

Sour Diesel is the bomb, YF!
 
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It took seven months of urgin'
to get the local virgin
with the sweet face up to my place
to fool around a bit.

Next day she woke up rosy,
and she cuddled up real cozy,
but when she asked me how I liked it,
Lord, it hurt me to admit...

I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned, and it rolled right by,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it, oh me, oh my.
 
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It took seven months of urgin'
to get the local virgin
with the sweet face up to my place
to fool around a bit.

Next day she woke up rosy,
and she cuddled up real cozy,
but when she asked me how I liked it,
Lord, it hurt me to admit...

I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned, and it rolled right bye.
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it, oh me, oh my.
Yes! Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show.
 
Well, sorta. It was written by Shel Silverstein, who wrote a number of songs for them (probably pushing a majority of their recorded output), including "Cover of the Rolling Stone" and"Sylvia's Mother", and he also wrote "A Boy Named Sue" for Johnny Cash. Really interesting guy. He was a poet, cartoonist, singer-songwriter, playwright, TV producer. He landed any number of articles, cartoons, and poems in Playboy magazine, and was a regular at the Playboy Mansion. As "Uncle Shelby", he wrote beloved children's fiction, to include "The Giving Tree" and "Where the Sidewalk Ends".

If you want a taste, track down Shel's album "Freakin at the Freaker's Ball", which is a Dr. Hook Album in all but name. He sings lead on it. "I Got Stoned and I Missed It" is on it, the title tune is a hoot, and it also includes the immortal "Don't Give a Dose to the One You Love Most".

"Freaker's Ball"

Well there's gonna be a freakers ball
Tonight at the freakers hall
And you know, you're invited one and all

Come on babies grease your lips
Grab your hats and swing your hips
Don't forget to bring your whips
We're going to the freakers ball

Blow your whistle and bang your gong
Roll up something to take along
It feels so good it must be wrong
We're freakin at the freakers ball

Where all the fags and the dykes they're boogyin' together
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you"

The FBI are dancing with the junkies
All the straights, are swinging with the funkies
Across the floor and up the wall
We're freakin at the freakers ball
Yall, we're freakin at the freakers ball

Everybody's kissing each other
Brother with sister, son with mother
Smear my body up with butter
Take me to the freakers ball

Pass that roach please and pour the wine
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie till i go blind
We're freakin at the freakers ball

White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
The greatest of the sadist and the masochists too
Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit you"

Everybody's fallin' in batches
Pyromaniacs striking matches
I'm gonna itch me where it scratches
Freaking at the freakers ball
 
Are there any more fascinating people in our pop culture history than Shel Silverstein and Kris Kristofferson? Always wished I could be one of them.
 
Yeah, that's another guy who has Been There and Done That. I'd love to sit by the pool with a cooler of beer and listen to him tell stories.

Shel always amazed me simply because of the sheer breadth of what he did well.

You get these really amazing human beings who are so smart, so accomplished, whether in a single area of depth or across a giant spread of talents.


You ever see "Rocket City Redneck" on the National Geographic channel? Reality show, short description is that they film this guy who is a rocket scientist at NASA in Huntsville, Al. over the weekends. He and his running buddies think of up project of some kind and do it between Friday afternoon and Sunday night, then he goes back to work. I'm talking something like building a functioning rocket out of parts scrounged in a car junkyard, manufacturing fuel for it, and launching it by sundown Sunday. It's an interesting engineering reality show crossed with a generous helping of "Hey, Bubba, hold my beer and watch this!"

Meet the Ringleader of the 'Rocket City Rednecks'

The guy has a B.S. from Auburn in Electrical Engineering, Masters in Aerospace Engineering, Masters in Physics, and a Doctorate in Optical Science and Engineering, all from UA Huntsville, and a Masters in Astronomy from the University of Western Sydney. He actually *understands* things like string theory and quantum physics, which I freely admit are waaay over my head.

"Dr. Taylor has worked on various programs for the Department of Defense and NASA for the past sixteen years. He's currently working on several advanced propulsion concepts, very large space telescopes, space-based beamed energy systems, and next generation space launch concepts. In his copious spare time, Doc Travis is also a black belt martial artist, a private pilot, a SCUBA diver, races mountain bikes, competed in triathlons, and has been the lead singer and rhythm guitarist of several hard rock bands." He also has a number of SF novels published.

People like that just amaze me. Thing is, he's still just a good ole boy you can drink a beer and bull**** with.
 
Marijuana and muslims, the two Ms that haunt YF's nightmares. One day a juicy muslims on marijuana story might make his keyboard finally explode.
 
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Don't tell Andy, don't tell Aunt Bee
They'll come lookin' for Opie and me
Tell 'em we're dead or tell 'em we're gone
Me and Opie down by the duck pond.

Well, Goober brought down some homegrown 'hay'
It whomped me upside the head, I never felt that way
Aunt Bee said we'd be in dutch
If the sheriff ever caught us smokin' that stuff

Don't tell Andy, don't tell Aunt Bee
They'll come lookin' for Opie and me
Tell 'em we're dead or tell 'em we're gone
Me and Opie down by the duck pond

I heard a little holler down in the woods
Sounded like a soul sayin', "Mmm mmm good!"
Moved a little closer, sneakin' like a squirrel
Otis was slurpin' up his favorite girl

Now Otis said, "Boys come sit by the still
I'll pour you up a jar of that famous swill
If you can't walk don't worry no way
Now light that pipe and pass it my way!"

Don't tell Andy, don't tell Aunt Bee
They'll come lookin' for Opie and me
Tell 'em we're dead or tell 'em we're gone
Me and Opie down by the duck pond

I had to dodge a rock that was hittin' the tree
Out of the swamp came Ernest T.
Gold tooth flashin' as he hit that pipe
Out of the blue came Barney Fife!

Well now Barney come down to nip that still
Wavin' an axe, a lawman's thrill
Opie, don't smoke, you'll turn yourself green
Give me up a puff and I'll show you what I mean

Don't tell Andy, don't tell Aunt Bee
They'll come lookin' for Opie and me
Tell 'em we're dead or tell 'em we're gone
Me and Opie down by the duck pond

We all sat there for most of the night
Trying to figure out our left from our right
Here comes Andy and old Aunt Bee
Scoldin' the hell out of Opie and me

Don't tell Andy, don't tell Aunt Bee
They'll come lookin' for Opie and me
Tell 'em we're dead or tell 'em we're gone
Me and Opie down by the duck pond.
 
Marijuana and muslims, the two Ms that haunt YF's nightmares. One day a juicy muslims on marijuana story might make his keyboard finally explode.
If he survived the Boston bombings, he can survive anything.
 

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