Will a matchbox hold my clothes?

Wha?

Which brings to mind an interesting question:

Whose rendition of "Match Box Blues" are you most familiar with?

For me, it's:



Doc and Merle.

something goes bump in the night

Rob Thomas in 5... 4...

Stacey in 5, 4, 3.....

bumper cars

How does that bathroom stall poetry go?

Here I sit...

Balky Bartokomous in 16... 15... 14...

Cousin Larry in 2...2...2

I think he should definitely make an Obner appearance. We haven't seen him since the days of CMJ...

When I was still a wide eyed lass who didn't know any better. You people have changed me.

He who writes on shithouse walls
Rolls his shit 'to little balls
And he who reads these words of wit
Eats these tiny balls of shit.

Here I sit all broken-hearted
Need to shit and only farted

The Last Time I Shit at Marden's

The last time I shit at marden's
it was a grey night beating down the doors
working it like a NASCAR driver
almost spread out on all fours

It was one of those shits
where you're sure the staff are spying
laughing at your mess from behind the walls
as you work to get your boxers drying

when i stepped out of the restroom
in all it's wood-panelled glory
i expected a demeaning fanfare;
the night manager demanding a story

But I fix him with a stare instead
One that says "The walls of your shitter are red"
He knows he can delegate the cleaning up
And still get in his "alone time" in the shed.