I've been bad....

My boy Dan (sax something or other) got his chitlins fixed Monday. I should have been more diligent but with band camp and all I forgot. Please sign his page. http://www.obesityhelp.com/morbidobesity/members/status.php?N=G1181398263 He needs all the friends he can get - he's not nearly as nice or good looking as me so step and help another band director. kp

Hey, I resemble those remarks.  Nobody quite lives up to the KP status now do they? Thanks for caring and sending the messages.  I'm sure I'll be leaning on everyone during the healing process. --Dan

I didn't want to tell people you sucked. JK Cook yourself up a little broth and work on it for an hour. I couldn't stand that crap in a can so I made Campbells Chicken noodle and skimmed the broth off of it 3 ounces at a time. Sip, walk, fart. kp

that depends..how do you feel 'bout Zappa?

Wish I had gone to the concert a couple of weeks ago.  Dig a lot of his stuff

you mean that Dweezil thing?  Zappa plays Zappa?  I'm curious but i'm afraid to be disappointed. Even though he's his son, those are some VERY big shoes to fill.   I saw Zappa twice, once on the Sheik Yerbouti tour and once on the Jazz from Hell tour.  VERY different shows but both were great.  The Jazz from Hell tour was very serious and only a small band while the other one was full blown Zappa madness.  Much fun. so how's the recovery going?  i remember being so thirsty all the time for the first few months.  it drove me nuts not being able to chug water the way i used to. 

How you doin, Chuckles? Band camp is done. All sets on the field. I'm gettin tired. kp

If it ain't one thing it's another In the middle of the night when you get home The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy The meat things Where the cats ate through the paper The can things with the sharp little edges That can cut your fingers when you're not looking The soft little things on the floor that you step on They can all be DANGEROUS Sometimes the milk can hurt you (If you put it on your cereal Before you smell the plastic container) Never heard of him. kp

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

The "dumping" never stops. kp