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Steve Dude Barr
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I'll have a Captain & Coke please....
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Rick said:
My contract specifically states free alcoholic beverages at my disposal at all times.
It's on the 3rd page, paragraph 6, subsection 3, line 4.
Psycho Ward
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So this is what happens after I quit drinking. 
Steve Dude Barr
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Big Poppa, Jack and I had a long conversation last night...we'll see what we can put together.
bovinehost
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I wouldn't say I was an integral part of this alleged conversation. Anyone who has ever been on the phone with BP or Steve Barr will know what I mean.
Mobay45
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Hey Steve! *hiccup* What're you doin' over here?
Glad you're joining in.
Glad you're joining in.
Morrow
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....nice to see the old dog sniffin around the fenceposts
welcome aboard Steve
welcome aboard Steve
bassmonkeee
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Steve Dude Barr said:
Ah, there it is. Just below the requirement for vomit bucket (2), and happy finish massage.
Big Poppa
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Steve Welcome!
I am trying to get to posting at the pit....will do so today.
Jack had the spins last night....he kept uttering "I want candy" and "Are we there yet"
Ok so here are two possible scenarios on how the Dude and BP made peace........ Let me know which one you think is best and which one is the truth.
I took an American West Flight to the valley of the sun. Armed with only a keen sense of smell and a roll of Tums I set out to find "The Dude". I didn't know what he looked like or where he lived but knew he liked beer. I searched for the cheapest and coldest beer joint in scottsdale and parked outside. I got lucky. After about an hour sitting in my rent a car, the floor filling with empty coffee cups and burrrito wrappers. I see him. It has to be him. Who else would be wearing a t shirt with a picture of a Chicago area bass assembler cavorting with farm animals. (Just Kidding...dont get worked up..poetic license) he was really wearing a Cowpilot Final Final Farewell tour shirt from 1992.
I whipped out my stealth bongo and my trusty razor phone and called the nasty redhead behind the bar and had her tell Steve that he left his headlights on...it took two calls as Steve was hypnotized by her headlights.....He came stumbling out and I cracked Him in the knee, popped him in the chin and then played a Bass Solo while he was coming to. He said Ill do anything to avoid the wrath of BP... I still dont know if he couldnt stand the beating or if it was the bass solo, but the rest is history.
Here is scenario two.
Whenever somebody really cares about something passionately you can bet that sparks will fly. Sometimes good ones, sometimes bad ones. It seems that both the Dude and I have a deep passion for basses. We really shouldn't me enemies. I private messaged jack and asked him if he would extend an olive branch from me and could we talk. That was last night and I feel that it was a really good talk. The problem is I now have to buy more beer at the open house now.
Jack thanks for your help and Steve a very warm welcome
I am trying to get to posting at the pit....will do so today.
Jack had the spins last night....he kept uttering "I want candy" and "Are we there yet"
Ok so here are two possible scenarios on how the Dude and BP made peace........ Let me know which one you think is best and which one is the truth.
I took an American West Flight to the valley of the sun. Armed with only a keen sense of smell and a roll of Tums I set out to find "The Dude". I didn't know what he looked like or where he lived but knew he liked beer. I searched for the cheapest and coldest beer joint in scottsdale and parked outside. I got lucky. After about an hour sitting in my rent a car, the floor filling with empty coffee cups and burrrito wrappers. I see him. It has to be him. Who else would be wearing a t shirt with a picture of a Chicago area bass assembler cavorting with farm animals. (Just Kidding...dont get worked up..poetic license) he was really wearing a Cowpilot Final Final Farewell tour shirt from 1992.
I whipped out my stealth bongo and my trusty razor phone and called the nasty redhead behind the bar and had her tell Steve that he left his headlights on...it took two calls as Steve was hypnotized by her headlights.....He came stumbling out and I cracked Him in the knee, popped him in the chin and then played a Bass Solo while he was coming to. He said Ill do anything to avoid the wrath of BP... I still dont know if he couldnt stand the beating or if it was the bass solo, but the rest is history.
Here is scenario two.
Whenever somebody really cares about something passionately you can bet that sparks will fly. Sometimes good ones, sometimes bad ones. It seems that both the Dude and I have a deep passion for basses. We really shouldn't me enemies. I private messaged jack and asked him if he would extend an olive branch from me and could we talk. That was last night and I feel that it was a really good talk. The problem is I now have to buy more beer at the open house now.
Jack thanks for your help and Steve a very warm welcome
Mobay45
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Big Poppa said:
I vote for scenario number one - just because it's more exciting.
Great, now I get to meet another one of my favorite people at the open house!
Psycho Ward
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Both are good stories, but in either case I think both of you should go the Middle East and work the magic! There is hope after all.
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Ahhh but there's your only fopah to scenario #1 BP...I don't drive...I use a towncar service whenever I venture outside the garage.
