Yeah, it's pretty amazing that anything was produced from Sticky Fingers to Exile considering how bad his smack habit was, but that's the advantage of being a junkie AND a millionaire I guess.

Not to get off on a "save the children" thing, but I think a part Keith's legacy is the fucked lives of people who saw him and thought there was a certain glamour to being a junkie.

I read an entertaining book a couple of years ago called What Would Keith Richards Do. Apparently Keith has a penchant for very low key charity.

One of the more interesting stories in the book: There was a blind teenaged girl in some part of Canada who was a huge Stones fan and went to every concert when they were playing in her town. Keith found out about her and was always concerned for her welfare -- is she having a good time, did she make it home okay, etc.

A couple of years later, the Stones are back in Canada and Keith gets busted with a decent amount of heroin; enough to send him to prison. The blind girl testifies as a character witness at his trial and the judge so moved by this testimony orders as his punishment to perform a charity concert benefiting the blind instead of prison time.

I remember that. There was real concern he'd do time.

I know what you're saying but the smack mystique prefigured Keith, goes right back to the jazz greats at least, if not Rimbaud and his schtick about 'disordering the senses.'

From what I've read he never seems to have personally played to that romantic notion, he just liked his drugs and drink, it was those around him who bought into that particular line of bullshit, like poor Gram Parsons.

I think Claude's right. Keith did it because he liked it...not to be romantic and he certainly never saw himself as any sort of role model. Quite the opposite.

How long has be been dead/a zombie now ?

After posting it, I thought it was kind a bomb throw. You guys are right. Junkie or not, I have the feeling Keef would still be one of the cooler rock stars going.

nice butt and legs.by the looks of it tits too.

Sorry in advance.

[Tritone] Them some nice socks she gots. You know she do IR if she wear them socks.[/Tritone]

HAPPINESS IS
Ray Conniff Singers


What happiness is
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

To the preacher
It's a prayer, prayer, prayer
To the Beatles
It's a "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
To the golfer
It's a hole in one
To the father
It's a brand new son

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

To the beatnik
It's his beard, beard, beard
To the monster
Something wierd, wierd, wierd
To a night owl
It's a good days sleep
To the Yankee's
It's a four game sweep

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

On the desert
It's a drink, drink, drink
To the show girl
It's a mink, mink, mink
To the banker
Lots and lots of dough
To a racer
It's a GTO

To a sailor
It's the sea, sea, sea
To my mother
Why, it's me, me, me
To the birdies
It's the sky above
But, to my mind
It's the one I love

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
Happiness is!

That's what happiness is
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

To the Figgster
It's tits, tits, tits
To Gia Jordan
It's glitz, glitz, glitz
To the Gunker
It's his new girlfriend
To Backdoorman
It's in a whore's rear end

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

To the Bornyo
It's his dog, dog, dog
To the Pirate
It's his bong, bong, bong
To Conquistador
It's a furry little pet
To the PipeDream
Well, he ain't found it yet

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is

To the J.B.
It's a drink, drink, drink
To Rear Admiral
It's in her stink, stink, stink
To Brandon Irons
It's a new green card
To LouCypher
It's hittin' back hard

To Max Hardcore
It's pee, pee, pee
To my Emo
Why, it's me, me, me
To Alex Panzer
It's an enema shove
But, to my mind
It's Gag Factor I love

Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Happiness is
(Happiness is)
Different things to different people
That's what happiness is
Happiness is!

That's all well and good Chuck. Lemme ask you something: Assuming that's all true, and I don't doubt it is, I can find happiness at the nearest bodega. You have to await the next Gagfactor. When's that happening?

From my Gag Factor 5 review:

That wasn't the question. When's the next one?

Probably never see GF34. Really.

And you're still hanging on?

I listen to stuff like I just posted, and send Morse Code with tube radios. Yeah, I guess I'll hang on.

As long as it's working for you. I think I worked you out of you self-importance a couple of years ago and I think a few friends of mine have done the same for me more recently here.

Dig?

Humility is a precious, hard to come by commodity.

^Dug.

And if he could get the Gag Factors on Super8, he would. Charin is a Throwback Perv.

I don't pay attention to NL Central too much, but I heard on the radio today that Votto is hurt and they are still winning games. How long that dude supposed to be out?

From Cincinnati.com:

"Votto had arthroscopic surgery on his left knee on July 17. He was expected to miss three to four weeks. He is eligible to come off the disabled list July 31.

The Reds would probably wait until at least Aug. 3 when they open a series with Pittsburgh."

Watch us bome back from a complete slump, fluke into Playoffs, and fucking win it all again like we did last year.

Bish I kept your Happy Thread happy.

let me make it a lil more happy



kianna dior and tit banging go hand in hand.

Figgs you really need to find a new therapist.

i know and im on it.spent too much time cleaning up the garage today and the car dealer had to leave early.but i guess i can schedule with a new one this week.

As if his drive would go anywhere. Make a sampling tour and select the one with the biggest tits.

might i suggest kettle bells and battle ropes in the interim to take the edge off the dosage spikes.

What are kettle bells and battle ropes?

A word is worth a thousand pictures.--Figgs family motto

im getting a new therapist not psychiatrist.only thing my former one prescribed was cockteasing and leading me on when it was convenient for her.

pretty much.

i refuse to spam this sight but it's the basis for a new army along with alphabrain. mind spirit and body barry...plus a decent chokehold and some striking is whats going to turn the tide.
i can't say anymore right now.

Very mysterious.

It is what he does. Mostly nothing comes of it.

pot.kettle.black. NGA



not really... google is your friend. keywords and all, yes?.

in other news i've realized that capitalist hippies are far more valuable than their dirty hippy counterparts and from now on i'll try and make a distinction.

- ever evolving lou

TRPWL swears by the Iron Claw to finish opponents, even though I tell him it doesn't work, fingerless glove or not. Whattaya expect from a Texican.

Why do I need Google when a human can tell me?

Be careful if you Google kettle bells. I clicked on the "Russian Kettle Bells" link and less then a second after the page popped up, my computer crashed. Could be coincidence, but I figured I'd drop a warning.

I'll be out for a minute as I run a virus scan.

More of the routine. It, basically, is what Scientology was meant to deliver according to its founder, constantly alluding to more which will never appear. A bit tiresome.

you two are a couple of fucken cunts actin a fool. google alphabrain and werk from there. if it were sharpies in an asshole you would have found your way by now. don't pretend i'm not right.





that's more than enough out of you, squirrel.



off you go...

Right. Cunt.

minimalist. perfection.

Restrained. Idiocy.