Mr. Sippy - Chronicles of Hoarsebox Day 6

Kieran Walkin' served up some french toast from France and some bacon from.....Bacon Rouge? Brock came to drive us around. We needed sport coats for the restaurant we'll be dining in for lunch on Superbowl sunday. Apparently it's an old tradition and you can dine in your assless chaps and superman cape with a balaclava if you like as long as you have a sport coat. Thrift store one just had piles upon piles of clothes strewn all over the shop but Phil found a Caddyshack purple and blue tartan coat...with shoulder pads. He looked like Tiger Woods if Tiger Woods had been cac at golf and loved shoulder pads. Kieran went for a black tuxedo jacket so he could bring a little James Bond "You never live a golden eye thunderpussy twice tomorrow" kind of vibe to the party. Johnny found an exceptionally nice pair of brown brogues. 8 dollars and 17 cents all in and on to the Goodwill.

Max finally found a coat he wasn't swimming in. A navy double-breasted gay boat captain number with loads of golden buttonz WEEE while johnny got himself a dashing brown waistcoat and a delicious shiny peach champagne jacket which fitted him like a sausage in a breakfast roll, or like a glove...whichever you prefer. Breakfast rolls are delicious so.....whatever.

Popped in to Sweet Tea studio to catch up with Dawn the manager and shoot the scheisse with Michael the engineer and then home for Max's Spanish tortilla, Phil's coleslaw and Kieran's salad.....It's like Speed with Keanu Reeves, we are an eating bus that's out of control and if we don't ingest something every 14 minutes we all develop HUGE adam's apples like Sandra Bullock. We watched Dylan Moran's "What it is" and piddled ourselves laughing.

All this time there was a rack of ribs cooking ever so slowly in the oven. Phil had glazed it lovingly with soy sauce, honey, garlic, ginger, mustard and several blown kisses. We ate that with baked potato skins with melted cheese and a case of beer...this is getting ridiculous now.....

We finished the night by singing all our songs, some Crosby, Still & Nash, Beyonce Knowles, Radiohead, Ace of Bass, Informer by Snow, Prefab Sprout and loads of other junk. Max and Johnny stayed up to watch "Beyond the Mat," a documentary about wrestlers like Jake the Snake Roberts and Mankind. Jake the Snake, wowee, what a disturbingly sad existence. His snake looked like it had had enough and would try and convince Jake to hang up the leotard even though he knew the leotard was the only thing that made Jake feel like a real man. I respect the snake's loyalty. Johnny and Max felt good about the fact that they don't work for Vince McMahon and instead play nice songs and eat everything in sight all the time.

I'm sure you can figure out what's going to happen tomorrow. We're hungry already thinking about it...maybe it's actually heartburn. Who cares...FEEEEEED MEEEEEE!!!!!