Just wanted to make sure
Posted:
Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:48 amby neanderpaul
we had all seen this.....
With 15 million views we probably had but... eh... holy nutty!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx-NLPH8JeM
Posted:
Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:53 amby fisherman bob
He's either the world's shortest giant or the world's tallest midget...can't figure it out...and how on Earth does that warrant 15 MILLION views?
Posted:
Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:56 amby gbheil
Nope.
Not seen it.
And honestly probably could have lived without it.
Perhaps some wormer would help the little guy out.
Posted:
Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:29 amby Hayden King
uh, wow. uh... WTF?
what Bob said!
Posted:
Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:50 amby Hayden King
That reminds of a story. about a midget.
excerpt from "Jigsaw Man"
Columbus Ohio 1995:
He eyed the door man watching for his moment. A couple of girls walked up to pay their admission. And with that little distraction he was was invisible to him. The little f**k walked right in.
He at least a foot shorter than the podium the doorman stood behind. He was dirty and bearded. He really did look like a little troll dressed like a biker.
He worked his size like a junk bond. Later in the night when people were getting buzzed he would stand with his back to the bar and reach up from under the edge and snatch their beers.
I don't know where that little f**k put all o those beers. He looked drunk when he got there early in the night. I'll bet I watched him drink 8 beers from under that bar, on top of at least that many that the band and crew bought him.
We had devised a plan to kidnap him and bring him back to Cincinnati with us. Our drummer Sawdust, who was also nicknamed "Grape Ape" for his stature, wanted to give him a Mohawk, put him in a diaper with a dog collar and chain to parade him around the strip in town.
We also planned to put him in that diaper while in a cage on stage with us at shows. We would kick his cage all over the stage and pour beer down him... if he was a good boy!
Alas we couldn't find him when we were leaving... until
As we pulled the van out from behind the club, there he was. In all of his shining disgusting glory. Right in the middle of High st.
Drunk as f**k. Screaming at cars as they slowly drove by giving him hell for being in the middle of the street at 3 am.
Believe me when I say that had he been there when we were loading up, we would have threw him into the back and took him home with us. But seeing him there in his prime gave us the opportunity for sanity to prevail.
I'll bet he would've loved it. We on the other hand, maybe not so much.