If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

Maybe he towed the mobile home around with it?

Grimey?

Skail: St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

Maybe he towed the mobile home around with it?

Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.

Skail: St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

The whole article is like a Country hit aong.

St_Francis_P: Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.
Possibly killing his dog when he ran off the road?

queezyweezel: St_Francis_P: Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.
Possibly killing his dog when he ran off the road?

That's a nice touch. I can almost hear the slide guitar punctuating the pathos.

St_Francis_P: queezyweezel: St_Francis_P: Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.
Possibly killing his dog when he ran off the road?

That's a nice touch. I can almost hear the slide guitar punctuating the pathos.

Don't forget his best friend done put his seed in his daughter.

Skail: St_Francis_P: queezyweezel: St_Francis_P: Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.
Possibly killing his dog when he ran off the road?

That's a nice touch. I can almost hear the slide guitar punctuating the pathos.

Don't forget his best friend done put his seed in his daughter.

Will that push it over to alt-country?

St_Francis_P: Skail: St_Francis_P: queezyweezel: St_Francis_P: Until he got drunk at a honky-tonk bar because of his cheatin' wife, then he ran off the road and wrecked it? We're getting there.
Possibly killing his dog when he ran off the road?

That's a nice touch. I can almost hear the slide guitar punctuating the pathos.

Don't forget his best friend done put his seed in his daughter.

Will that push it over to alt-country?

Maybe. I'm not up-to-date on my country music clichés, even though I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express, last night.

And he was killed on Friday

So he's got that going for him, which is nice.

yeah, well, I guess he ain't worryin' 'bout no troubles no more

I *do* have some good news, though...

... I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.

I've played onstage at the Grizzly Rose before, so I'm getting a kick...

Put a country bar in the middle of a really crappy neighborhood. Then watch the fun!

Bands always stay at a nearby hotel, and there's stories of the crooks not even bothering to cut the locks on the band trailers, they just take a sawz-all and cut huge holes in the sides of the trailers and steal everything that way.

St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

That's a whole damn album. Poor guy.

But I can't meet him. He's dead.

St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.


Came here to say headline reads like a Merle Haggard song.

/except for the guy bein' dead part

Hey, at least you've got guns to stop all this gun crime.

I guess there is a god after all and apparently he hates that guy.

That poor dog. :-(

There once was a man who couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalm babies and the movie love story
For instance could not produce tears

As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
Grew to be a man, the shiat hit the fan
Things got bad, but he couldn't cry

His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
But still not a sniffle or sob

His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent off to jail; you guessed it: no bail
But still not a dribble or drop

In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered
And made to make license plates
Water and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his face

Doctors were called in, scientists, too
Theologians were last and practically least
They all agreed sure enough; this was no cream puff
But in fact an insensitive beast

He was taken from jail and placed in a place
For the insensitive and the insane
He played a lot of chess and made lots of friends
And he cried every time it would rain

Once it rained forty days and forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
On the forty-first day, he passed away
He just dehydrated and died

He went up to heaven, located his dog
After that, he rejoined his arm
Down below all the critics took it all back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charm

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke
The theologians were finally found out
Right down to the ground, the jail house burned down
And the earth suffered perpetual drought

St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

Don't forget Momma!

He has fewer worries than I do right now.

But the good news is no one tried to throw two shoes at his head today.

Di Atribe: But I can't meet him. He's dead.

I LOL'd.

...answers to the name "Lucky"

This reminds me of a piece of advice given to me by my friend's father: "The amazing thing about life is that, no matter how bad it seems, it can always get worse."

Lost Nightclub guard: divorced twice, house foreclosed, mobile home burned down, dog killed, business went into bankruptcy and his brother died of a heart attack. And he was killed on Friday... Answers to the name of "lucky"

peon36: This reminds me of a piece of advice given to me by my friend's father: "The amazing thing about life is that, no matter how bad it seems, it can always get worse."

what makes that amazing? was it humming the 1776 overture while eating 50 hot dogs and balancing the family checkbook?

otherwise its just pessimism 101

Wow, that's just sad. Poor guy.

On the contrary, to me it sounds as if his troubles are over.

Need to work in a train and a prison somewhere.

And I thought my life sucked...

At that point, I think death would be a relief.

12.fl.oz.: Lissa is my name: Wow, that's just sad. Poor guy.

On the bright side, he might have had life insurance.

With a run like that? I seriously doubt it.

peon36: This reminds me of a piece of advice given to me by my friend's father: "The amazing thing about life is that, no matter how bad it seems, it can always get worse."

It definitely could have been worse for this guy. He could have re-married again.

St_Francis_P: If you can work in a pickup truck, that's a country music hit song.

Came to post "...train whistle...", but yeah.

He confronted guys wearing bandanas over their faces while in hoodies... Guess he couldn't let the "cop" thing go

If there's reincarnation, this guy better get a kickass next life. James Bond-level kickass.

And the moral of the story is: always have an off-site back-up.

Amateur

/obscure enough?

I started a post describing all the cancer and financial-related crap which is currently terrifying me, but then the damn thing started running to two pages.

Email me if you need to know the whole litany. Or if you want to feel better about whatever is going on in your own life.

Life sucks then you die.
But there's still more to come.
The IRS will still find a way to go after him in the hitherafter.

Well, at least things can't get any worse.

Then Friday at 10:50 p.m., Minnick and another guard went to check out intruders in the parking lot behind the Grizzly Rose, 5450 Valley Highway, said Adams County sheriff's spokeswoman Candi Baker.

Seriously? This is her name? Boy howdy this story does indeed have it all!

Superjoe: Well, at least things can't get any worse.

You never know. His coffin might fall out of the hearse and get run over by an 18-wheeler.

There's a song in there ... someplace ...

I bet he drafted Tom Brady 1st round in all of this fantasy leagues.

Gil?

Wow. That's pretty bad. I gripe about not knowing my father, being kidnapped by my grandparents, abused by my uncle, getting shot, falling down a mountain ( twice ), facing off with Gawd and getting zapped by Him after a near mountain lion attack, doing extremely dangerous drugs around some insanely shady farks, attacking skinheads with firearms, lightning strike, bizarre attack by a northern pike I caught, having a stroke at 30 (!), getting run over by a truck, getting hit by trucks and SUVs, losing my home, family, friends, jobs, band, ability to play bass, health and everything I've ever worked for.

Yet i still walk this Earth. I will embrace the darkness that has afronted me and show it love, for lo, I am that which can't be killed, I am some undead freak it seems. I am already dead. I just don't know it.

You might be too.

/ waaaaaaayyyyy too much LSD in my past.

// but none of that is a lie.

/// then again I get in a foul mood watching the Raiders -- jebus, I'd rather fall down a mountain.