Skippygirl - Yes, a few of us are getting together before the Lake Tahoe show. I don't know if we've worked out all the details yet, but Tracie, Chris, and I (and maybe bluebuffalo and wife, if they make it in early enough) are planning on eating at Sammy's Cabo Wabo restaurant on Friday night.

We'll be spending most of Saturday in line (along with Mahavishnu/Brian and his wife)...I can access Twitter and T2J from my phone, so I'm sure you'll have plenty of updates.

And there's still time for you to catch a flight out here, by the way! ;-)

I'm happy to be aware of the B. Meatbats, and now, thanks to Don & Darlene, I'm aware of Meat...balls!!

rotflmmfao!!!

I'ma giggle my ass off all night ffs! That was just to friggin precious!

South Dakota Indians

It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.

Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, 'Is the coming winter going to be cold?'

'It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold,' the meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. 'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?'

'Yes,' the man at National Weather Service again replied, 'it's going to be a very cold winter.'

The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.

Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. 'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?'

'Absolutely,' the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen.'

'How can you be so sure?' the chief asked.

The weatherman replied, 'The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy.'

Remember this whenever you get advice from a government official!

LOL Michelle!!! I KNEW you'd like that one. I about died when I saw it! If I find anymore 'gems' like that, I'll be sure to pass them along ;)

~Darl (Don's wifey)

Thanks Burly \m/

Occasionally i say to myself, i should be tired of Chickenfoot...or tired of Joe Satriani so i put some on...and just laugh at even thinking like that.

turbo236 - Cool. Take your time with the drive...don't wear yourself out. If nothing else, there'll be plenty of time for us to talk while we're waiting in line before the show...

Austin:

Do The Stu - knew I could count on you Superman.

Darl - aha you must be the source of the "balls" photo LMAO! It's a ripper!

clockwork - Welcome buddy I was at the last Melbourne show too, we's all hopin' Joe and Chickenfoot come over soon.

Hey, So when are Joe Satch and Gary Moore gonna do some bluesy stuff together??

The Moral of Auntie Sharon

A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment: To get their parent to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

Ashley said, 'My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs got broken.'

'What's the morale of that story?' asked the teacher.

'Don't put all your eggs in one basket!'

'Very good,' said the teacher.

Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, 'Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, 'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'.'

'That was a fine story Sarah.'

Michael, do you have a story to share?'

'Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sharon. Aunty Sharon was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit.

She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops.

She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets.

Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke.

And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.'

'Good heavens,' said the horrified teacher, 'what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?'

'Stay away from Aunty Sharon when she's been drinking.'