And this is the reason why we can't fish. Turned up to The Spot only to find rangers hanging about. Ooops! No fishing license.
On the way home, a passing motorist yelled out "WESTIES!!". Cause of Stan's footy jersey and jeans and thongs and sunnies.
Stanley tools for Stanley.
All tools, including toolbox, are of this brand.
Stan casually asked me what was wrong with my white (with cake-like detail) Gibson copy.
"Look where the guitar plugs into the amp" I said.
He turned the guitar over to see the gaping hole where the jack input used to be.
"Is that all?" he said.
Off he went down to the garage and got the toolbox, and in two minutes had the back off, the input plate screwed back on and done.
Now let's make no mistake, Stan has NO IDEA what he is doing.
AFter two years of not operating, it took him two minutes to fix.
I hope J calls for a jam, I'm pretty keen. Is she gonna wake up, ready to rock?
I can't wait for a Sunday, rainy day loungeroom jam.
My Gibson Les Paul Epiphone.
As I walked out of my local guitar store, Pete's Musician's Market, in Newtown, I saw this hanging on the wall. It was 1997. I had bought it before Pete had taken it off the wall for me to try. In fact, I just ogled it in the box and told him I'd take it.
My pal who was with me said "Aren't you going to try it?". Oh, yeh. So I had a half-hearted strum. It was good.
And mine ever since!
Yes, that is pink sparkletop finish you can see.
Thank you. No really...I know....
Stan lifting Jase's dog, Agro, by the teeth. Agro is mental for rubber toy tug-o-war.
Dough holds his beer close, and his beer closer.