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infinite monkey · 07-27-2011, 07:51 AM

Picture this: It's 1978, they are playing Disco Inferno at Studio 54.
I ask ZenGum to dance with me. He says "DY-NO-MITE, Foxy Mama. Let's trip the light fantastic."

Sadly, he was not in the groove. He was so far away from the groove he stepped on my Halston dress. His boogie was bogus. He fell off his platform shoes and tore his shiny leisure suit.

So I went home with the DJ, who knew how to shake his groove thing.

Last I heard, Zen had turned to Trucker Songs and drove down the highway in a big rig, talking on his CB saying things like "breaker one nine, this here's Zengum, you got a copy on me? I think we got ourselves a CONVOY" and "10-4 Rubber Duck, I'm about to put the hammer down."

07-27-2011, 07:51 AM	#5
infinite monkey Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Mar 2011 Posts: 13,002	Picture this: It's 1978, they are playing Disco Inferno at Studio 54. I ask ZenGum to dance with me. He says "DY-NO-MITE, Foxy Mama. Let's trip the light fantastic." Sadly, he was not in the groove. He was so far away from the groove he stepped on my Halston dress. His boogie was bogus. He fell off his platform shoes and tore his shiny leisure suit. So I went home with the DJ, who knew how to shake his groove thing. Last I heard, Zen had turned to Trucker Songs and drove down the highway in a big rig, talking on his CB saying things like "breaker one nine, this here's Zengum, you got a copy on me? I think we got ourselves a CONVOY" and "10-4 Rubber Duck, I'm about to put the hammer down."