Flint and I worked hard at making our private detective agency a success. But we couldn’t cut out the mobilizin’ and socializin’ altogether, could we? The lovely ladies at the Cottontail Lounge might think we were neglecting them. Here, we’ve spotted something at the end of the bar, and we like what we see. Is it hot in here, baby, or is it YOU? Oooooh yeah.
Archive for the ‘My Photo Album’ Category
0
My old band. We recorded one single that got a little bit of local airplay, titled: “I’m the UPS Man (How Do You Like My Package?)” After that, we split over creative differences. The guy in the glasses is now a U.S. Supreme Court justice. True story.
Took my girlfriend’s kids out trick-or-treating. Addison went as a bunny. Sammy went as “Mr. Give Me Some Friggin Candy.” Employing a bit of creativity and a Sharpie, I went as a chain-link fence. After the third house where I asked the people to guess what I was, Addison and Sammy said they’d be fine on their own. After the fifth, they became quite insistent. After the seventh, they got violent.
Tom Joyce's chamber of the bizarre 