Bump If You're Baked!

BUMP !!!!

 

Firing up right now before I plant my butt on the couch..

 

Bumpin' like this!!

 

Bump! Got some awesome Durban Poison, tunes, and old friends this evening.

 

I'll see your bump, and raise you a bump

 

Mzzls

 

HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE! FIST BUMP

 

Mzzls

 

I'm too baked to bump today.

 

I posted this in one of the Boomer threads and Newo said I should come post here:


Oh wait!

I thought I was a baby boomer! but I didn't know it was only that generation in the 20th Century!

What about those of us who were born in the 1700's!

I mean, yeah, they throw around the term vampire a lot. But I think it is offensive and derogatory.

Seriously, what's a little blood between friends. You don't have to label me for it!




Now there was a misspelling which I have corrected, maybe that's why... Was it that obvious?


Anyway, I pulled out a tub of home made butter that a friend gifted me. Nice green color to it. Stuck some on a saltine cracker and here I am.

BUMP

 

This reminds me of a story. And the butter is kicking in pretty good so...

My home is in Colorado, and we have a mountain town not too far from where I am, called Nederland, and you may know it for a real popular recording studio that was there. About 15 years ago or so, Ginger Baker, drummer for Cream (for any younger folks), was living up there, but he was running into visa problems and was fighting to keep from getting deported. When this was in the news, I happened to be at a Starbucks I always went to, and I heard this English voice ordering a latte. I looked up, and from behind saw a tall guy that looked like he had that head of hair that Ginger had, so I went over and introduced myself, and he wasn't Ginger Baker, but he was an old hippie and we've been friends ever since.

He was actually friends with the British version of Owsley, who was the famous acid chemist for Haight Ashbury, Ken Keasey and everyone else in San Francisco (for any younger folks). I can't remember the name of the British chemist who was the Owsley equivalent for London. Anyway, my friend would go there and get some amazing acid, and sometimes just hangout with him. One time he was at this chemist's pad, and in walked John, Paul, and George (three of the Beatles for any of you younger folks (LMAO!)) (Damn butter!)

Anyway, they said they were going to have a party that night and they wanted some acid. He told them that he had just baked some, but he hadn't tested it yet, so they should probably wait. They said, 'That's fine we'll take it.' A few days later my friend was back at the chemist's and he asked him, 'how did the Beatles like that batch?'

He answered, "Man it was crazy, John said that the four of them were sitting in a room and this clear blue horse, like it was made of glass, with a rider on it, came through the wall into the room, and the rider lifted his hand and pointed saying, 'Go to India.'" This was about a week or two before the Beatles announced publicly that they were going to India.

Anyway, I never did get to meet Ginger Baker. So I just signed the paperwork and had him deported.

I'M JOKING!!! I'M NOT AN IMMIGRATION JUDGE! ...I mean, he did get deported, but it wasn't me...

 

Didn't notice any misspelling, just assumed you were baked.

As for me I just took a hit of Lemon Lime Punch in a preroll. Bad idea this early in the morning, but I'm OK.

 

I guess I cant reply,Im not baked

 

WELL THEN BY ALL MEANS GO GET BAKED!!