The BOSH Man! FORMS A NEW BAND! AND REUNITES WITH LONG LOST FRIENDS!!Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH at 2007-04-12 14:20:46 EDT
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I was sitting around Commodore Winchesterton XXXVII's house the other day brew slingin' and otherwise minding my own business when guess who walks in? If you guessed Earl Scruggs, you're a faggot. It was none other than the Kid Who Knows Everything!
"Hey Kid man whats up dude?"
"Other than being a fuckin genious? Nothing."
"Sweet man, oh hey.. this is Commodore Winchesterton XXXVII"
"Yea I know"
"..right, my bad dude."
Having nothing better to do, we built the most tubular beer pyramid of all time and went base jumping off of it. It was so fuckin bosh I went fishing.
So there I am sittin on the shores of this pond catchin fish when all of a sudden Wolfgang Castleton came by to deliver a letter. The kid who knows everything took his dick out of the exhaust pipe of his truck and congratulated me on my new guitar.
Sure enough, once I opened the envelope the most mondo boshtar of all time fell out along with an amp.
Before I could even do ANYTHING The Kid Who Knows Everything was rockin' a drum solo. Wolfgang busted out a recorder so we all kicked him in the neck and told him to fuck off. He listened.
Earl Scruggs came out of left field and tried to narc on The Kid's drum solo, but before I could do anything Commodore Winchesterton XXXVII lit up a cigarette and shoved it up his ass. I just lit up a cigarette and nodded in agreement.
So now we're really kickin' it old school what with our sick band and all when all of a sudden a ton of mermaid babes came out of the water.
"hey you guys seem pretty bosh.."
I nodded in agreement, Commodore Winchesterton XXXVII gave The Kid a high five
"But you guys caught all the fish in this pond and now they're in the horn section of your band, what're we supposed to eat?"
The Kid looked behind him and sure enough 'King Tut and the Deep Blues', as he quickly named them, were standing there with their instruments, ready to rock.
"Listen, babes of the sea.. We are sorry for taking all your food. What we need now, though, is backup vocals so we can tour the nation with this weet band. Are you up to it?"
"Fuckin a" was their reply.
So off we went to record the most radical album in the history of rock n' roll. We toured the nation and sold XXXVII copies of our album.
Molly hatchet inducted us into the rock n roll hall of fame later that day.
Earl Scruggs made a cover band and lost money in the project, and was laughed at for 53 days straight when he tried to be in attendance at our induction ceremony.
It was so fuckin bosh I shit a lion.