Weekend highlights:
I had to visit a doctor’s office and was pleased to find this poster while waiting. You can’t really make out the captions under each individual character but I’ll summarize. We’re all at a high risk for Hepatitis C. Every. Last. One of us.
Now for a few rural men:
This fellow plays every Friday at a bar called “Paradise Park Trailer Resort” in downtown Nashville. The place is designed to look like a trailer park inside, serves PBR pitchers for $6, and has gutted muscle cars to use as giant ash trays. Really, its quite a gem and this dude is always there to blast through every cover song you’d want to hear in such a venue. Good times.
I spotted this gentleman in the Country Music Hall of Fame. He was quite a joke teller and had this beauty to share: What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummi bear. Awesome. He also claimed to be the Davidson County Clerk. I did not believe him. I also found this at the Country Music HOF:
A Genny Light in Middle Tennesse makes no sense at all. I don’t even think you can find Genny in a bottle in Fillmore. I had been feeling a bit homesick so I jumped at the chance do embibe with a taste of WNY. As the sweet liquid poured over my tongue I remebered why I never drank Genny at home. Luckily, BLs are BLs are BLs anywhere in this great nation. I quickly switched to BLs.
