I'd love to smoke with Dickey Betts. lmao... I found some odd shit. To get little brother Gregg out of the draft, Duane threw a "foot-shootin' party." Gregg put on a moccasin, marked it with a bull's-eye, called an ambulance and bang! A doctor, who noticed the bull's-eye, put a Band-aid on the hole in the Allman foot and sent the draft dodger home. A club owner in Buffalo, New York was a little too crabby for the band's taste. When the band showed up fifteen minutes late for a gig, the club owner refused to pay them. Roadie Twiggs Lyndon didn't think that was nice. So he stabbed the club owner three times with a fishing knife. The club owner died. Twiggs went to jail for first-degree murder. At Twiggs' murder trial, defense attorneys set out to prove that Twiggs had been temporarily insane when he did the stabbing. Twiggs' lawyers argued that touring with the Allman Brothers would drive anyone insane. To prove this, the lawyer called bass player Berry Oakley to the stand. During his testimony, Oakley ran from the courtroom several times to puke in the bathroom. "Did you take any dope last month?" the attorneys asked Oakley. "Uh, huh." "In the last week? "Oh, yeah." "What about the last hour?" "You bet." Twiggs was found not guilty. The Allman Brothers didn't have fun with photographers. When one tried to take a photo for the cover of the 1971 album The Allman Brothers Band At Fillmore East, the band members just glared. Then Duane ran over to meet a friend. He scored a bag of coke and came scooting back to pose. The band cracked up, and the photographer clicked away. In-the-know fans enjoyed pointing out Duane hiding it in his hands on the album cover. One parachuting fan decided to make a big impression on the 600,000 fans who gathered to hear the Allman Brothers play at Watkins Glenn, New York in 1973. The fan lit a stick of dynamite, jumped out of a plane, and threw the dynamite. But the fan forgot that dynamite and parachutists fall at the same rate of speed. The dynamite exploded just as he pulled his ripcord, and blew him away.
maybe you shouldn't beat him up but just cut his hair off and then glue it on HIS body i dunno...that just sorta amuses me
It seems wild to think about actually cutting jesus's hair.. that groovy loving dude.. and furthermore gluing it to his body
If you ask me, Jesus has nothing to do with the Judeo-Christian God, but, according to the Bible, he sends you to Hell. God bless us, EVERYONE!
i tend to believe that jesus is just one of those sons that HAS to obey their fathers i mean...he is God and all i could see me and jesus up in his room in heaven goin' "alright man, *closes door, puts towel at bottom, opens window* we better do this fast *lights up spliff*" haha
