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We had a gig at a private party about 20 years ago, and when we showed up at the venue (an old house out in the sticks), who made up the audience? Bikers. No, not the 50-year-old yuppies with their dressed-out hogs, but Hell's Angels, many in full colors. As we drove the van up the long dirt driveway, my brother and I were trying to figure out some way to ditch the gig ... but no way. So, sure enough, as we open the van to unload, this HUGE, bearded Mongo kinda guy walks up and says, "If anybody f***s with you, his a$$ is mine." End of worries. One of the most fun gigs we ever did. We just had to be careful not to step on the guys passed out lying in the driveway. The bikers loaded and unloaded everything, and nothing was missing when we got home. Go figure.
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