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Th' Passion Of Th' Feist.A feist. A mission. A holy writ.
Whatever the fuck that is.
posted by Bobby Lightfoot at 21:26
9/16/2006
Th' Passion Of Th' Feist.A feist. A mission. A holy writ.
Whatever the fuck that is.
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- Name: Bobby Lightfoot
- Location: Northampton, Massachusetts, United States
Finding out daily just what a shabby little fucking lie it all is. And loving it.
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11 Comments:
Dude, you fucking slay me.
Do you do parties, man?
You make fuckin' Larry David seem like a fuckin' statue.
Listen, I'm getting together this little thing at my place, you know? Like an early autumn party? Dude- I'm telling you- come on over, mingle, do your thing, I'll give you three hundred bucks and all the coke you can snort.
And if you're really funny I'll let you fuck my ass.
Dude, I'm fuckin' IN.
Four hundred, though.
And a reacharound.
Three-fifty and I'll jingle yer nuts like sleighbells, compadre.
I'm IN. Date, time, place.
NICE. I'll email you the particulars. These fuckin' asshole Christers get a hold of my address and shit they'll fuckin' crucify me again.
That's really your dog there, right? How the hell'd you get him to lie still like that & take his pic? That must've taken some serious Photoshoppin' to get it just so!
Simon-
Hey I've got a precious couple of hours carved out from th' mayhem to track your song today. Wooo-hooo!
Yeah, that contest costs thirty bucks per song. I could get "Abbey Road" *and* "Help". An oil change! 1/8 of a oz. of fine hydroponic marihuana! A set of bass strings.
Dude, all th' housewives entering their country song? I haven't got a prayer.
BSUWG- what exactly are you implying? That Sal isn't th' One True Feist?
yeah, it's this thing I do where I put her between my legs and hold her arms out and say "passion of th' feist"!
If you're twelve it's the funniest damn thing.
Boo hoo! Poor poor Bobby!
Dude, talent ain't a factor. It can't hurt, I guess. Actually, sometimes it can hurt.
Hey, pick a song and put it in th' contest and if it wins you can have half. Sweet!
"Passion of the Feist"
When I was a kid, we had a little mutt called Puffy. My dad used to buy these little cheddar-flavored crackers; they were round and resembled the communion host (which you'll recognize if you're familiar with the catholic ritual of communion), except they were orange. Anyway, dad used to tell Puffy to sit & then he'd say "The Body of Cheddar" (in his best imitation of a priest) and cerimoniously feed the cracker to the dog. He never tired of that trick (and neither did I, or the dog), though my born-again mom didn't think it was so funny.
The Mews did it! They killed Feist! Feist-killers! Dirty pussies!
PS Mr. Bobby I hope you have youtube because I had no material for today...
i dunno simon. I rather like frank black. his album tracks are studio live, no multi-tracking; his first band was about 10-15 years ahead of schedule; and he has absolutely no respect for his audiences opinion.
what's not to like?
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