Saturday, October 5, 2019

Don't steal my song Willie


In the roach light weed I see, blurred eyes waterin' like the rain...

 


As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

My tribe is known for the alcohol they consume, like most of the people of the brier, volumes of alcohol are one of the food groups. The thing is, people here never tell you a damn thing when they are drunk as they are as sober as they are drunk in not saying anything.

So my cousins came to the poor orphan girl patch and we are playing games, as what else do you play, like games with shots being drunk and my cousins were there.

So it was TL and I against the kinfolk. So we are playing and just to explain the stupidity in I had shots of brandy, gin, vodka, and there were chasers of things from the soda group and lots from the beer group. It is rule that you never mix drinks, and I noticed in the mix that the top of my head was feeling numb.




I'm only as canned as I want you to think I am.
 

About this time, in taking shots when you lost, and I lost a lot in the rounds, that the stories started to flow. One story was just blurted out in, "Oh I know Willie Nelson".

I was like ok. And there the story began in Willie like my cousin as everyone likes my cousin in my cousin in likeable. So the story is, Willie invites people he likes over to his mansion to listen to new albums when he releases them and they smoke joints as they listen to the new  release.

I was like, ok Willie needs validation yet at geezer age that his music is good, but it is like what the hell kind of feedback can you get through plumes of weed smoke? And to the point, I doubt you get a second toke if you say, "Hey Willie, your last song reminded me when the cats were fucking the attic and the carpenter was banging nails in the wall".
It is just so dumb ass that someone is this insecure and then thinks that people are going to tell him his music sucks.




Pompeo got to be Secretary of State as he said white makes me look thin.

 

Seriously, do you think the people Donald Trump asks, "Do these golf shoes make me look fat?", and the ones who say, "Yeah you look like Wimpy's brother Blimpo", get to have Ivanka sit on their laps at the end of the day?
Hell no, you lie like a woman having sex with a man she wants to hang onto, in things like, "Oh baby you made my universe spin as you are real porn star".

I would like to offer this free to Willie Nelson. You had like 2 good songs, that Georgia thing and not that On the Road Again, as no one likes road people who vampire feed off the crowds. Next time you release something Willie, I will be glad for a fee, to do a review and send it back to you. If the CD is full of holes from gun fire, it sucks, if it is returned to the Willie Nelson museum in tact, as it will be collectable in I reviewed it, then you know you got something on there that will sell.

And I am not talking about a bag of weed either in fees. My cousin never mentioned anything like that in party gifts, so I guess Willie is a roach hog, and doesn't share the grass. Never heard he even hands out autographed cigs. It seems like a shit party to me in bad Willie songs, no party gifts, no steak and all you get is a toke off a reefer.



 Oh Willie, you make me want to be a white lezbo after listening to you jam!



I want to state that I have never done any dope in my life, and never will. I know I look like I bought, sold, imported, shot a few Colombians in gang wars and El Chapo and me used to hung jaguars together, but I am a nice girl. I have always wanted to grow that high grade marijuana, the hallucinogenic stuff  with the white sappy crystals for like 5000 a plant, but I wanted a permit and to do it right, and I never got around to it as I am too busy writing a blog that you rich people don't donate to.

So it just goes to show that I do know people. So all of you rich people are not going to get invited to Willie Nelson's and smoke weed at his next album release. You can just cuddle your portfolio and read texts from other non Willie friends, and lie to yourselves that people like you.




Hey Ros if you smoke my personal bong it'll give you a pearl necklace.
 

My cousin said to tell no one about this, because cuz is a proper person, but I am more worried about Willie as when this gets out that Willie has proper people as friends who are right wing and go to Church, Debra Messing is going to be blacklisting him, and he won't be playing no Austin City Limits or strumming on Elizabeth Warren's Vulva guitar. Liberals are harsh, almost as harsh as being forced to listen to Willie.
Now don't think I hate Willie, as I honest to God, at the Thrift bought one of his CD's for a buck, as no one else would buy that thing. It was the best of Willie, and who can not like the best of Willie as he probably bathed and dogs do not overdose when he walks by from the fumes.
I just that Willie was not such a prick, like he is better than Americans who thump Bibles and things, for real. He hangs with the trash like Ros and Jim Carter, but that pretty much says it all in no one likes those assholes either.

That though is what happens when you mix drinks, in you learn all these fun stories, and no one learns a thing about me. I am worse sober as I keep bragging about Homeland coming to interview me. That is a really cool story in the attractive Agents came by while others get the donut blimpies to put the sweat humidity on them.
It is what being a celebrity is. Some people just hang with me as I have talent and others have to get people stoned to listen to their tunes.



Once again another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.



 

No Willie, La'me is not interested in roach motel music.

 

Now Eric Clapton you don't have to be wiped to rock at his apartment.




Nuff Said


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