Why on earth would they put reverse lights in the bumper. I remember those.Why on earth would I want to top a story like that. That's hilarious.
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Why on earth would they put reverse lights in the bumper. I remember those.Why on earth would I want to top a story like that. That's hilarious.
It wasn't the El Calmino it was my friend with a drinking problem and a passion for very loose , ugly or large women.So what is it about El Caminos that stimulates this sort of thing?
Sorry we thought it was dark over there.I once saw a couple doing it in the corner of a club while we were on stage playing.
Well, idk if this tops that, but...
On the 14th of this month we were the opening band out of three, on at 9:30, off at 10:45. Next band were on and off... then the headlining band took the stage after midnight. We had NO idea who they were - the second band on invited us to open, and we are friends with them, so jumped at the gig.
They were a 4 piece punk band doing the usual sort of schtick (punching each other as they played, arms flailing wildly, guitars out of tune, drummer just spazzing on everything, mohawks, yada yada yada. The whole first song was almost 3 minutes of them shouting FU at the audience). The "vocalist" was a rather portly 20 something, wearing a hat that looked like it was stolen from the Captain of Captain and Teneille, roughly 10 gold-ish chains around his neck, Gallagher striped suspenders (yeah, I know).
He was screaming at the audience while the bassist and guitarist wailed on each other randomly until he fell off the stage (I felt it was the highlight of their set).
I was wrong. In between "songs" the guy offered to perform a sex act for guys in the men's room after their set, adding with a cavalier smile and wink, "They don't call me 3 fingers Mike for nothin!" I thought "THIS is the highlight of the set, and probably the whole reason for their gig."
I was wrong.
As their time was winding down, the "singer" took his shirt off, exposing his 36c's to the crowd. I thought, "THIS is the highlight of the show? Can't be!" I was wrong. AGAIN.
Then came big moment - he took his pants off too. Fortunately, there was a lot of girth hanging down so it made little difference until he bent over and showed his pale young backside (and thong) to the well liquored crowd. I was SOOOO Hoping that THIS was finally the highlight of the night, because there was only one place left to go after that. SWEET JEEBUS PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
We couldn't load up fast enough.
Ok- I'll try to top it......though it may not be politically correct!
about 7 years ago we are playing a private party- and the host offers us up a quart of Jack Daniels, a favorite of the drummer & myself. That particular night our lead singer decides to help us with it. Bad choice...he's gooner 1/2 way through the 1st set. We tell him to take a hike and we'll cover it without him, so off he goes. When we go on break, my wife goes off to OUR CAR (mini-van) and comes back and says "you gotta go look in the car" - so we do. So there is a long line of vomit leading to the side door. Inside is the singer, naked, with an equally naked midget- getting it on in our van!! Not even a cute midget, but a fat ugly t-rex armed ugo midget! She was just as tall laying down as standing up........ and yes, Caravans doors DO lock. Your move OP![]()

Only if it's a '59Anyone else look at an el camino and think that's my dream car?
I've been around a long timeWhy on earth would I want to top a story like that. That's hilarious.
- after the gig was over, we were loading up the truck and some guy comes up the truck ramp, pulls a handgun on us and insists we put everything back on and get the music going. This was not a guy you mess with.. 6'4" tall and about as wide. His brother finally talked him down, but that was pretty hairy.
stuff happens..
Well, idk if this tops that, but...
On the 14th of this month we were the opening band out of three, on at 9:30, off at 10:45. Next band were on and off... then the headlining band took the stage after midnight. We had NO idea who they were - the second band on invited us to open, and we are friends with them, so jumped at the gig.
They were a 4 piece punk band doing the usual sort of schtick (punching each other as they played, arms flailing wildly, guitars out of tune, drummer just spazzing on everything, mohawks, yada yada yada. The whole first song was almost 3 minutes of them shouting FU at the audience). The "vocalist" was a rather portly 20 something, wearing a hat that looked like it was stolen from the Captain of Captain and Teneille, roughly 10 gold-ish chains around his neck, Gallagher striped suspenders (yeah, I know).
He was screaming at the audience while the bassist and guitarist wailed on each other randomly until he fell off the stage (I felt it was the highlight of their set).
I was wrong. In between "songs" the guy offered to perform a sex act for guys in the men's room after their set, adding with a cavalier smile and wink, "They don't call me 3 fingers Mike for nothin!" I thought "THIS is the highlight of the set, and probably the whole reason for their gig."
I was wrong.
As their time was winding down, the "singer" took his shirt off, exposing his 36c's to the crowd. I thought, "THIS is the highlight of the show? Can't be!" I was wrong. AGAIN.
Then came big moment - he took his pants off too. Fortunately, there was a lot of girth hanging down so it made little difference until he bent over and showed his pale young backside (and thong) to the well liquored crowd. I was SOOOO Hoping that THIS was finally the highlight of the night, because there was only one place left to go after that. SWEET JEEBUS PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
We couldn't load up fast enough.
Ok- I'll try to top it......though it may not be politically correct!
about 7 years ago we are playing a private party- and the host offers us up a quart of Jack Daniels, a favorite of the drummer & myself. That particular night our lead singer decides to help us with it. Bad choice...he's gooner 1/2 way through the 1st set. We tell him to take a hike and we'll cover it without him, so off he goes. When we go on break, my wife goes off to OUR CAR (mini-van) and comes back and says "you gotta go look in the car" - so we do. So there is a long line of vomit leading to the side door. Inside is the singer, naked, with an equally naked midget- getting it on in our van!! Not even a cute midget, but a fat ugly t-rex armed ugo midget! She was just as tall laying down as standing up........ and yes, Caravans doors DO lock. Your move OP![]()
Oh lahd. Oh lahdy lahd I'd do just about anything in the back of that piece of automotive artOnly if it's a '59
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I can't remember the name of the club. It isn't there any more. It was located at Clovis Ave and Tulare in the north west corner.I know Fresno...which bar, in your first story?
I can't remember the name of the club. It isn't there any more. It was located at Clovis Ave and Tulare in the north west corner.